Platform Hopping:- A Valentina Timoshuck USB Story
Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2025 8:19 pm
In her first USB story since her introduction in Bad Girls Finish Last, Valentina Timoshuck is in action in Vancouver, Canada. She has been hired by Chinese game company Joygo to infiltrate the E3 Gaming Convention to steal the design plans for both the PlayStation 5 and X Box Series X, so the company can use the stolen plans to develop their new console, the Spectre. Their only request is that Valentina shed no blood during the assignment. However, the ex-Ukrainian special forces operator is a mistress of not only non-lethal force but of disguise as well. Can Valentina infiltrate the convention and secure the design specs? This is her story…
Across the Street from the Vancouver Convention Centre, British Columbia, Canada, Wednesday 12th November 2023, 10:30am
25 year old Valentina Timoshuck never pretended to be an expert on video gaming, she enjoyed playing stealth games or real time strategy to keep her senses and skills sharp but that was the extent of her gaming experience. But the one thing she could appreciate was the time and effort it took for these cosplayers to idolise their heros and heroines. There is something to admire about these young people creating these costumes from scratch and the time from their lives, such dedication. Unfortunately, for one of these young ladies I will need to relieve her of her outfit. She thought as she sat across the street at the coffee shop, opposite the Vancouver Convention Centre, the light rain dappling her scarlet coloured hair tied back into a ponytail and black leather. Valentina had been hired by the Joygo Corporation of Beijing to infiltrate the Gaming Convention in this beautiful city, however they had not seen fit to provide her with a pass. This was not a problem, however, for a mistress of disguise like Valentina. She just needed to find a girl her size, get her alone and steal her clothes and event pass.
For the moment this was proving elusive. While there were many candidates, young girls dressed as Lara Croft or Jill Valentine’s walking around, and all in Valentina's size, they were all in groups with other girls or their boyfriends which would make dragging them off into the alley impossible without risking exposure. After 5 minutes of waiting Valentina noticed a young woman, no more than nineteen, walking alone towards an alley not far away from the front entrance. Getting up from her table and crossing the street, Valentina checked out her potential mark, who was too distracted by her phone to notice her, the earphones she wore blocking out all sound. She was a pretty little thing with soft diamond shaped features and high cheekbones with dove shaped blue eyes, her natural hair covered by a long white haired wig. The event pass dangling between her small B-cup breasts.
Having played the Witcher games and read the books, Valentina recognised the outfit she was wearing was Ciri’s; a loose white blouse with brown leather bicep straps, matching gloves and girdle with metal reinforced belt. Her fake sword in its scabbard held by a leather harness, under which was tight black leather pants and laced shin boots. The Ukrainian mercenary was impressed. That's the best Ciri cosplay I have seen in a while and she's just my size. Darting into the alley in front of the Ciri lookalike, Valentina hugged the wall taking out a needle packed full of synthetic sedatives from her purse. One of four such drugs she had prepared for her mission, the substance was a clear drug that could keep a young female out for at least 5 to 6 hours and laid in wait.
Nicolette Collingwood, a 19 year old American student studying Video Game Design at the University of Vancouver hummed along to Kanye’s Power as she walked along the pavement towards the Convention Centre on Canada Plaza. She was proud of her Ciri costume despite the cost to her student budget. I know if my parents ever found out I spent near a thousand bucks putting this all together, they would probably disown me tomorrow. But Ciri is an icon of gaming and a role model for strong independent women everywhere, they wouldn't understand anyway. Coming to an alleyway, she stopped briefly to change her song after Kanye had sung his last. Hmm? I fancy a bit of AC/DC and- “Mmmph!” She cried feeling a gloved hand clamp around her mouth pulling her into the alley, before she could even switch her song. The world at large didn't even register her disappearance.
The Alleyway, 10:45am
“Shh, girl. Just a little prick…” Nicolette whimpered, hearing a strange female eastern european voice in her ear. A whimper that turned a muffled squeak as she felt a needle pierce the soft flesh of her slender neck. “... You kids today and your smartphones, they dull your senses. By the way, that's a great outfit. It's all mine now, my apologies my dear.” The voice sounded more faraway to Nicolette who felt the drug starting to flow through her bloodstream to her brain. Then letting out a low muffled sigh, the young American slumped limply into the warm body of her mysterious attacker.
“Let's get you out of that outfit, sweet Ciri.” Valentina quipped, dragging the unconscious girl under her shoulders behind a nearby dumpster, propping her into a seated position before removing the girl's earphones and pass. “Nicolette Collingwood.” She read the name from the pass. “A student from the University of Vancouver. Looks like I’m you for now, sweet thing.” Setting the all important pass down, the redheaded Ukrainian stripped down to her underwear then knelt beside the sleeping Nicolette.
Pulling off Nicolette's white haired wig revealed a pixie cut of a pleasing shade of chestnut. “You have lovely hair, Nicolette. Such a pretty colour…” Valentina smiled, caressing the students’ cute features before turning her attention to her clothes. She first unlaced the boots, pulling them off along with the girdle from around the girl's waist and metallic reinforced belt and leather scabbards. Opening out the white blouse revealed the girls youthful buoyant B-cups with puffy dark pink slightly pointed areolas. Valentina let out a low whistle admiring Nicolette's breast. “My, my. Good on you for not keeping these puppies corralled. I don't suppose you would mind if I had a quick feel, sweetie?” She asked the young student rhetorically before cupping the warm breasts with her hands, gently fondling the areolas and pinching the nipples. Which elicited soft moans from the unconscious student. “I take that as a ‘no’ eh, Nicolette? You naughty naughty girl. It's too bad you won't remember our meeting.” feeling her own tits beneath her bra perk up as she enjoyed the young girl's femininity, Valentina stopped before she got too carried away. Beautiful women were her weakness after all.
After stripping off the blouse from the girl's shoulder, Valentina unlaced Nicolette's leather pants working them off her hips then peeling them down her long divine legs leaving the student dressed in only a solid pink unembellished g-string to protect her modesty. “Mmm? You're really quite the girly girl after all, don't worry you can keep those on honey.” Valentina said admiring the girl's half naked athletic, slim figure as she got dressed in her Ciri outfit. “So you don't have the rose tattoo?” The Ukrainian cocked her head at Nicolette's bare thigh, shrugging. “No matter, I get the feeling Ciri would have enjoyed you too.”
Once she had finished getting dressed, Valentina scooped up the half naked Nicolette under her shoulders, flipping her over her shoulder. “And a nice pert ass too, you would make an excellent catch my dear for any boy or girl.” She said groping Nicolette's plum shaped ass, smiling as she heard another soft moan from the brunette American, before tipping her over the edge of the dumpster, throwing in her smartphone and slamming down the lid. “Enjoy your nap, my sweet little American.” Rubbing her hands together, Valentina looped the pass over her head then secreted the three remaining syringes into the girls back before walking out the alley, towards the event centre.
The Vancouver Convention Centre, 10:55am
Flashing the security staff a smile, and dressed in her Ciri disguise Valentina entered the bustling centre finding a hive of activity as gaming fans of either gender walked from display to display or enjoyed the various gaming demos on offer. Not to mention smaller children dragging around their harried looking parents. Walking deeper into the centre, the mercenary noticed the two distinct areas across from each other; the bright green of Xbox and the blue of PlayStation. She also noticed that there were many young and pretty female sales reps, in addition to their male colleagues, either chatting away with young gamers or playing on the consoles. The X-box girls were dressed in a green and white letterman style jacket, with a matching green t-shirt with the X-box logo underneath, tight grey tracksuit bottoms that emphasised their asses and white and green sneakers. While the Playstation girls wore a blue hooded top, with the console logo on the back in white above the word ‘STAFF’ and matching logo on the left leg, white knee high socks and matching lace plimsolls.
Hmm? I will need both sets of uniforms to get behind the scenes to their offices behind the sales floor. But how to acquire them? And discreetly at that. Valentina thought as she neared the X-box zone. There in the centre we're two young women; one an attractive brunette X-box girl with raven coloured hair, tied into a long ponytail. She had gentle heart shaped features with high cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. While the other was a slightly smaller and petite but pretty PlayStation girl with slightly squared features, shallow cheekbones and big doe shaped pale green eyes framed by long honey blonde hair. The blonde had her arms crossed across her small breasts, shooting daggers at a young man wearing a Playstation top, who was flirting with a blonde X-box sales girl. Pretending to look at an X-Box Series X hand controller, Valentina eavesdropped on their conversation.
“That's it I have had enough of the bastard! He's practically fawning over that bloody skanky blonde, right in front of me!” Cried 22 year old Playstation sales girl Morgan Halliwell, shooting a deadly look at her soon to be ex boyfriend Chad. X-box girl, 21 year old Darryl Longstreet reached out caressing her forearm. “Then why don't you just text him, sweetie? Dump his macho ass and tell him the truth about us.” Morgan let out a shuddered moan of arousal, unfolding her arms and taking her lover's hands. “Yeah, you're right Darryl! I don't need him anymore! Not when I've got you, my love. Today, I’am going to end it with him and come out saying that I prefer other girls.” Darryl gently squeezed the blonde’s hands, giggling. “I would just love to see the look on his douchey face, when you tell him you're gay, and dating an X-Box girl no less, Morgan.” Both women giggled, before Darryl caressed the blonde's face. “Let’s meet up when we have our breaks in an hour and…celebrate? You know at the usual spot backstage, away from prying eyes.” Morgan nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Looking forward to it babe.” The two then lent in, giving each other a peck on the lips before parting. “Right, I've to go to the little girls room. See you in an hour, sweetie.” Darryl parted, squeezing Morgan's hand as she walked away.
Valentina smiled as she shadowed Darryl walking in the direction of the women's toilet. Star-crossed lovers? How very romantic but it represents a golden opportunity for me, to acquire the clothes of both lovers. First sweet Darryl to infiltrate the X-box sales area then little Morgan. Ah, young love… Weaving through the crowds and not losing the brunette once, she followed her all the way into the ladies toilet. Slipping inside, Valentina locked the door behind her then took out a loaded syringe. Positioning herself outside Darryl's cubicle, the Ukrainian mercenary coiled like a snake ready to strike.
Ladies Bathroom, 10:58am
Darryl Longstreet giggled as she emptied her water into the toilet bowl, her solid black bikini cut panties with the legend “play with me” in white above an X-Box controller done around her ankles. I’am so happy that Morgan is finally going to dump that prick and is embracing her sexuality. Finally after 6 months, we will finally become a couple. Damn stupid work, I want her now! Letting out a sigh of relief, the young brunette felt the last of her piss trickle into the bowl. After wiping herself and pulling up her tracksuit bottoms, Darryl flushed then unlocked the cubicle. Suddenly feeling an arm snake around her neck, pulling her to the left. “Wha-?!” Was all she could muster as the attacker squeezed, cutting off her ability to scream.
“Shh! My sweet Darryl, don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to.” Valentina whispered to the struggling brunette who was desperately trying to stamp on her feet. She squeezed pulling the girl into a dragon choke to arrest her movements, before bringing out her needle. “N-no p-please don't kill me…” the girl whimpered, eyes focused on the needle as the mercenary brought it to Darryl's carotid artery. “I'm not going to kill you, honey…” she said, plunging the needle into her soft white flesh, Darryl responded with a choked squeak of pain. “...this is going to help you relax and forget about all this.” Valentina pressed the plunger, emptying the drug into her blood vessels. She felt the girl's struggles grow weaker and weaker, as the drug flowed towards her brain in a matter of seconds until she heard Darryl let out a low sigh, slumping unconscious into the crook of Valentina's arm. “There's a good girl. Now, let's see what's got Morgan so excited.” She kissed the sleeping girl on her forehead, dragging her back into her cubicle.
Sitting the unconscious Darryl onto the toilet bowl, Valentina stripped out of her Ciri outfit then straddled the girl. “ I can see why she likes you. You're not just a pretty face but a fiesty spitfire as well.” She said to the girl, loosening the green scrunchie from her hair and adopting her ponytail before slipping off the letterman jacket from Darryl's shoulders. After unlacing the brunette’s sneakers, Valentina pulled them off her feet then whipped the tracksuit bottoms down her long slender legs, grinning at the girl's choice in underwear. “Cute panties, I get the feeling that Morgan would have loved to have seen those. Too bad she won't, well not today at least.” Pulling on the tracksuit bottoms and lacing up the sneakers, Valentina held up the girl's arms sliding the t-shirt up over her hand admiring Darryl's well rounded C-cup breasts enveloped by a black cross back under armour sports bra. “Mmm, I almost feel bad for Morgan depriving her of your body. It's nothing personal, Darryl.” She said cupping the girls breasts, Darryl moaned slightly in her sleep. “Morgan..” she uttered, quivering under the mercenary's touch. Chuckling, she dressed in the rest of Darryl's uniform, finding it loose but very comfortable. “I will be sure to give your little Morgan your regards when I see her…” she kissed the sleeping girl on her forehead.
Locking the cubicle door behind her, Valentina climbed out landing gracefully on the other side. Finding an out of order sign in the attendant's cupboard she stuck it onto the door, before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back through the concourse.
Convention Centre Concourse, 11:05am
Making her way through the X-Box gaming area, Valentina shared a few nods with staffers and gamers alike, who quickly returned to their games paying her no further attention. Coming to the back door that led to the rear offices, she swiped Darryl's key card slipping through the open door. Walking down the garishly green corridor, Valentina opened the first door on her right, coming to a small dimly lit computer room with an open workstation. “What's the matter with these people? Don't they believe in using passwords? Not that I'm complaining.” Shrugging she sat down, taking the USB thumb drive from her trousers pocket and inserting it into the computer. It didn't take her long to find the technical schematics of the Series X, copying the plans onto the thumb drive took even less thanks to the 4G connection. With everything she came for, Valentina replaced the thumb drive into her pocket then returned the computer to its home screen before sweeping from the room.
Arriving back onto the gaming floor, Valentina checked the watch she had stolen from Darryl. Looks like I still have 45 minutes till my meeting with Morgan, I could always make my way there and lie in wait… Looking up she nearly walked into a little blonde boy who could have been no more than eleven. “Hey! Watch where you're going lady!” The kid said looking up at her indignantly, his expression then changed. “You're pretty. Can you play a bit of X-box with me, please?” He glanced at the gaming alcoves to their right, beaming. Valentina sighed, this distraction wasn't what she needed right now, besides she wasn't good with children. “Where are your parents, kid? Can't they play with you instead?” She said mimicking Darryl's Canadian lilt. The boy rolled his eyes. “My dad's on a business trip in Calgary and mums gone for a coffee! Please, all the other pretty girls are busy and you're not doing anything! Aren't you supposed to be into games?” Valentina touched her hand to her eyes, refusing this kid would only create a scene and bring about attention she didn't need. I can kill a little time before heading Morgan off. “Alright, kid. How does Forza Horizons sound?” The blonde boy whooped with joy. “Yes! I love racing games! Girls totally suck at those games.” Feeling the competitive urges well in her breast, Valentina led the child to an open gaming booth. “We'll see about that, sport.” She winked as the two took up their controllers.
40 minutes later
“Oh man! Beaten by a girl, 3 times in a row! This can't be happening!” Groaned the boy as Valentina celebrated her third victory in a row. “Read them and weep, kid. You really suck at this!” She whooped in joy as the lad shook his head sighing. Catching sight of Darryl's watch, Valentina noted she had just fifteen minutes to intercept Morgan. “No! I want another round, I'm sure I can beat you this time!” Valentina shrugged, putting down her controller. “Sorry kid but I’ve got to the little girls room, but keep practicing. Maybe you can beat a toddler.” Walking away from the gaming area, she grinned as she heard the boy say. “Man, this can't be happening! Worst day ever!” Looking up she noticed Morgan peel away from the Playstation gaming area, backstage. Maintaining her distance, Valentina discreetly stalked her waiting for her opportunity to strike.
Convention Centre Backstage, 11:53am
Leaning against the wall, in a secluded part of the backstage area away from prying eyes Morgan Halliwell smiled as she composed her break-up text to that useless moron, Chad. “‘Dear Chad, you are so fucking dumped after chatting up that blonde skank. And by the way I’m gay, I have been platform hopping too. Have a nice life, asshole…’” she read as she typed the text, finishing it off with a flourish. Seeing a flash of green in the corner of her eye, Morgan's grin widened. “Just a minute, babe. Just gotta send this text and I’m all yours..” Hitting the send button she looked up to see an attractive redhead, dressed in an X-Box outfit that looked a little big for her. “Um, who are you? Where's Darryl?” She asked the woman who cocked her head, smiling. “Sorry, Morgan. Darryl's having a little nap…” suddenly without warning the redhead’s left hand shot out pinning her to the wall and clamped over her mouth silencing her cry of surprise. “...but she said hi!” Morgan's eyes widened in fear at the thought of this girl hurting her lover. She then reached out with her right hand, grasping the struggling blonde’s pretty neck and pinching either side. Letting out a pained muffled squeak of arousal, Morgan's phone dropped from her limp fingers as she gently slid unconscious down against the wall, with her legs spread wide.
Deftly catching Morgan's phone, Valentina shook her head at the text the girl had sent. “Tsk, tsk. Dumping your ex via sms? That's very low sweet little Morgan, I never did that to my exes.” Putting the phone back into Morgan's pocket, the redheaded Ukrainian knelt by the unconscious girl taking out her third syringe, flicking the needle. “Something to help you dream about your sweetheart.” She said plunging it into Morgan's carotid, the cute blonde shuddered slightly as the chemicals entered her brain before she relaxed with a low sigh. Pocketing the empty needle, Valentina stripped off Darryl's clothes and pulled out the green scrunchie, letting her scarlett hair flow down around her shoulders.
Rubbing her hands together with glee, Valentina first unlaced Morgan's plimsolls, pulling them off her feet along with her ankle socks before whipping her shorts down her slender hips and long legs. “Mmm, looks like you're the girly girl in the relationship. Cute panties, Morgan.” The Ukrainian quipped as she admired the white lace trim thong protecting the blondes modesty, sliding the girls hooded top up over her head getting a glimpse of small but cute B-cup breasts, covered by a matching white lace trim camisole the nipples peeking through the thin cotton. Valentina couldn't resist cupping Morgan's breasts too, causing the blonde to moan in her slumber. “ I don't know who I prefer, you or your girl Morgan. This Chad has no idea what he's throwing away but at least Darryl appreciates you. I wish you luck in your relationship.” Kissing the blonde on the forehead, Valentina quickly got dressed in Morgan's uniform finding it more a snug fit then Darryl's clothes.
Popping the dongle into the front pocket, along with the last syringe Valentina gently scooped the sleeping scantily clad form of Morgan Halliwell into her arms and walked over to an empty crate. “Sleep tight, Morgan…” she whispered, lowering the girl inside before tossing Darryl's clothes on top of her. “...here perhaps the scent of your lover will help you dream of her. And thanks for your uniform, it's quite snug.” Sealing the crate, Valentina smiled walking back towards the concourse.
The Playstation Gaming Floor, 12:06pm
Weaving her way through the bright blue of the playstation half, walking past various staff including a distraught looking Chad who she could have sworn was staring at his phone dumbstruck, and gamers including a pretty girl dressed like Ashley Graham from Resident Evil 4, Valentina arrived at the Playstation staff door. Opening the door with Morgan's access card, Valentina slipped through. Proceeding down the corridor she came to the first open door on her second left, which turned out to be a computer room.
Taking a seat, Valentina was impressed by the set up. “A card reader in the keyboard? Well they obviously care a lot more about security than Microsoft. But I have just the thing for that.” After swiping Morgan's card and gaining access to the computer, the red headed mercenary inserted the thumb drive. It hardly took a couple of minutes to find the PS5 schematics and download them. Laughing at a job well done, Valentina replaced the dongle into her pocket then wiped her session before shutting down the workstation.
Walking back down the corridor towards the exit, Valentina spotted Chad coming through the door and the tearful young man quickly approached her. “H-hey, you haven't seen my Morgan, my girlfriend, on your travels have you?” He sniffed glancing back to his phone then back to her. Valentina shrugged, shaking her head. “Sorry, I've just come from my break? Why do you ask?” The man then sobbed loudly. “‘Why do you ask’?!” He repeated in a high pitched shrill voice, choked full of tears. “She's only gone and dumped me by text! And now said she's gone gay, slipping it to some X-box chick!? The bitch!” Inside Valentina was laughing at the guy as she touched his shoulder. “Ouch! That's rough, man.” She said feigning sympathy. “But don't worry, I'm sure there are plenty more fish in the sea, for a prize like you.” Missing her sarcasm completely, Chad let out a loud wail and barged right past her. Massaging her shoulder and turning back towards the door, Valentina rolled her eyes. “No wonder she dumped you…” she sneered under her breath.
Making her way back across the gaming floor, Valentina was stopped in her tracks by a woman fully dressed as a Spartan from the Halo series, wearing pink armour plates made of plastic. “Hi! Do you want to play some co-op on the Master Chief Collection? You have this whole badass femshep thing going on and look like you could handle yourself against a few grunts.” Her voice sounded tinny under the helmet but young. The Ukrainian smiled at the compliment. Why not? It's not like my marks are going to wake up anytime soon and I have earned a little downtime. Plus, I will be maintaining my cover. “Yeah sure, it's been a while so I might be a little rusty. By the way, that's a sweet looking outfit by the way.” The Spartan giggled at the flirt as they walked towards the gaming alcove. “Thanks, babe. I’m Spartan Libby-021 but you can call me Libby.” They touched shoulders reaching down for the controllers. “And you can call me Morgan, Spartan Libby.” The girl laughed again, gently stroking Valentina's ass through her shorts as the game booted up.
The Ladies Bathroom, 13:30pm
Looking down at Libby's phone number scribbled down on a torn piece of paper, Valentina smiled at the connection she briefly had shared with the girl. She had been reluctant to part with her following their action packed tour through the battlefields of Halo 3 but her mission demanded it. “What do you think, Darryl?” She asked the sleeping half naked brunette still slumped on the toilet. “Do you think I should give Libby a call?” Receiving a mild snore in reply, Valentina chuckled, stripping out of Morgan's clothes before she began getting dressed back in the Ciri outfit. Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening made her duck behind the cubicle door. Opening it slightly, the mercenary peeked through the crack in the door at the new arrival.
It was the Ashley Graham cosplayer she had seen earlier, dressed in the iconic outfit of orange blazer, v-neck yellow jumper, short green plaid pleated skirt and below the knee black leather boots with black translucent tights smothering her legs. Around her neck was a red patterned scarf and event pass dangling between her. As the girl washed her hands, Valentina got a better look at her through her reflection; she was a pretty little thing no more than early twenties, with smooth rounded features, rounded cheekbones and pale green eyes framed by actual shoulder length ash blonde hair. The mercenary smiled, sizing Ashley up. That's a really cool outfit, it must have taken her hours to cobble together. It's much better than the Ciri outfit and I could take it. Why not? I bet it will look better on me. Opening the door ever so quietly, Valentina crept up silently behind the unsuspecting girl who was too distracted washing her hands to notice the danger she was in.
Striking with the speed of a coiled serpent, Valentina wrapped her arm around Ashley's throat to cut off her strangled squeak of surprise . “W-wha?! Your…hurting…meee..” was all she could gasp, shooting her arms up instinctively as Valentina placed her other hand on the back of her head. “Sorry, Ashley but I don't think Leon's coming to save you now.” She hissed into the struggling blonde's ear gently pressing her head forwards, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Ashley let out a cute gurgle that was music to the mercenary's ears, slumping limply into Valentina's arms. “Time to introduce you to Darryl, sweetie.” She quipped, dragging the unconscious cosplayer into the waiting cubicle, her leather boots squeaking off the tiled floor.
“Well what do you know? Your name is Ashley after all.” Valentina smirked reading the name on the pass around her neck, which read ‘Ashley Becker’. The real Ashley was straddling Darryl on the toilet bowl, wearing nothing but her blue plaid with white lace trim underwired bra and matching bikini cut panties. “See? Told you your outfit would look good on me, Ashley.” Valentina gestured at the girl's outfit she was now wearing. In response, the young blonde began to stir. “Who? What happened…?” She slurred as the redheaded Ukrainian reacted quickly, taking her last syringe and plunging it into the flesh of her tight pert ass. “Uhhh…” Ashley groaned before slumping unconscious again on top of the still sleeping Darryl. “ Aww, don't you make a cute couple?” Valentina quipped. “Don't worry ladies, I can keep a secret. If you ask me, Morgan seems like the jealous type.”
After locking up the cubicle, Valentina admired how much the stolen outfit made her look younger. Finishing her appraisal, she put the dongle into Ashley's handbag along with Libby's number then looping it over her shoulder she swept from the bathroom.
Alleyway Beside the Convention Centre, 13:50pm
Sparing the sleeping half naked Nicolette another appreciative glance, Valentina retrieved her clothes rolling them into her stolen purse along with her smartphone from the dumpster. Walking out of the alley, she sent a quick text message to her Joygo contact. ‘Packages in possession. Requesting meet up. VT.’ Her phone buzzed with a reply. ‘Fairmont Hotel Vancouver, Downtown. One Hour.’ Smiling, she took out her phone, inputting Libby's number then dialing it. “Hey, Libby. It's Morgan. Are you up for a little more co-op tonight? Say something more intimate in my suite at the Fairmont tonight?” She asked, walking into the depths of the metro station. “Morgan? Of course, babe. Do you want me to bring the suit too?” Valentina giggled. “Only if I get to see the Spartan under the helmet?” Libby laughed in reply. “Sounds like a date. What's your suite number?” Valentina stopped waiting for the downtown train. “How about I meet you in the lobby and we take things from there?” There was a slight pause. “Alright Morgan, see you around eight o’clock. Bye, sweetie.”
With a grin, Valentina bade her date farewell as the subway car arrived. Taking a deep breath she took a window seat, anticipating both the thrill of getting paid for another job well done and for the night to come with Libby.
Across the Street from the Vancouver Convention Centre, British Columbia, Canada, Wednesday 12th November 2023, 10:30am
25 year old Valentina Timoshuck never pretended to be an expert on video gaming, she enjoyed playing stealth games or real time strategy to keep her senses and skills sharp but that was the extent of her gaming experience. But the one thing she could appreciate was the time and effort it took for these cosplayers to idolise their heros and heroines. There is something to admire about these young people creating these costumes from scratch and the time from their lives, such dedication. Unfortunately, for one of these young ladies I will need to relieve her of her outfit. She thought as she sat across the street at the coffee shop, opposite the Vancouver Convention Centre, the light rain dappling her scarlet coloured hair tied back into a ponytail and black leather. Valentina had been hired by the Joygo Corporation of Beijing to infiltrate the Gaming Convention in this beautiful city, however they had not seen fit to provide her with a pass. This was not a problem, however, for a mistress of disguise like Valentina. She just needed to find a girl her size, get her alone and steal her clothes and event pass.
For the moment this was proving elusive. While there were many candidates, young girls dressed as Lara Croft or Jill Valentine’s walking around, and all in Valentina's size, they were all in groups with other girls or their boyfriends which would make dragging them off into the alley impossible without risking exposure. After 5 minutes of waiting Valentina noticed a young woman, no more than nineteen, walking alone towards an alley not far away from the front entrance. Getting up from her table and crossing the street, Valentina checked out her potential mark, who was too distracted by her phone to notice her, the earphones she wore blocking out all sound. She was a pretty little thing with soft diamond shaped features and high cheekbones with dove shaped blue eyes, her natural hair covered by a long white haired wig. The event pass dangling between her small B-cup breasts.
Having played the Witcher games and read the books, Valentina recognised the outfit she was wearing was Ciri’s; a loose white blouse with brown leather bicep straps, matching gloves and girdle with metal reinforced belt. Her fake sword in its scabbard held by a leather harness, under which was tight black leather pants and laced shin boots. The Ukrainian mercenary was impressed. That's the best Ciri cosplay I have seen in a while and she's just my size. Darting into the alley in front of the Ciri lookalike, Valentina hugged the wall taking out a needle packed full of synthetic sedatives from her purse. One of four such drugs she had prepared for her mission, the substance was a clear drug that could keep a young female out for at least 5 to 6 hours and laid in wait.
Nicolette Collingwood, a 19 year old American student studying Video Game Design at the University of Vancouver hummed along to Kanye’s Power as she walked along the pavement towards the Convention Centre on Canada Plaza. She was proud of her Ciri costume despite the cost to her student budget. I know if my parents ever found out I spent near a thousand bucks putting this all together, they would probably disown me tomorrow. But Ciri is an icon of gaming and a role model for strong independent women everywhere, they wouldn't understand anyway. Coming to an alleyway, she stopped briefly to change her song after Kanye had sung his last. Hmm? I fancy a bit of AC/DC and- “Mmmph!” She cried feeling a gloved hand clamp around her mouth pulling her into the alley, before she could even switch her song. The world at large didn't even register her disappearance.
The Alleyway, 10:45am
“Shh, girl. Just a little prick…” Nicolette whimpered, hearing a strange female eastern european voice in her ear. A whimper that turned a muffled squeak as she felt a needle pierce the soft flesh of her slender neck. “... You kids today and your smartphones, they dull your senses. By the way, that's a great outfit. It's all mine now, my apologies my dear.” The voice sounded more faraway to Nicolette who felt the drug starting to flow through her bloodstream to her brain. Then letting out a low muffled sigh, the young American slumped limply into the warm body of her mysterious attacker.
“Let's get you out of that outfit, sweet Ciri.” Valentina quipped, dragging the unconscious girl under her shoulders behind a nearby dumpster, propping her into a seated position before removing the girl's earphones and pass. “Nicolette Collingwood.” She read the name from the pass. “A student from the University of Vancouver. Looks like I’m you for now, sweet thing.” Setting the all important pass down, the redheaded Ukrainian stripped down to her underwear then knelt beside the sleeping Nicolette.
Pulling off Nicolette's white haired wig revealed a pixie cut of a pleasing shade of chestnut. “You have lovely hair, Nicolette. Such a pretty colour…” Valentina smiled, caressing the students’ cute features before turning her attention to her clothes. She first unlaced the boots, pulling them off along with the girdle from around the girl's waist and metallic reinforced belt and leather scabbards. Opening out the white blouse revealed the girls youthful buoyant B-cups with puffy dark pink slightly pointed areolas. Valentina let out a low whistle admiring Nicolette's breast. “My, my. Good on you for not keeping these puppies corralled. I don't suppose you would mind if I had a quick feel, sweetie?” She asked the young student rhetorically before cupping the warm breasts with her hands, gently fondling the areolas and pinching the nipples. Which elicited soft moans from the unconscious student. “I take that as a ‘no’ eh, Nicolette? You naughty naughty girl. It's too bad you won't remember our meeting.” feeling her own tits beneath her bra perk up as she enjoyed the young girl's femininity, Valentina stopped before she got too carried away. Beautiful women were her weakness after all.
After stripping off the blouse from the girl's shoulder, Valentina unlaced Nicolette's leather pants working them off her hips then peeling them down her long divine legs leaving the student dressed in only a solid pink unembellished g-string to protect her modesty. “Mmm? You're really quite the girly girl after all, don't worry you can keep those on honey.” Valentina said admiring the girl's half naked athletic, slim figure as she got dressed in her Ciri outfit. “So you don't have the rose tattoo?” The Ukrainian cocked her head at Nicolette's bare thigh, shrugging. “No matter, I get the feeling Ciri would have enjoyed you too.”
Once she had finished getting dressed, Valentina scooped up the half naked Nicolette under her shoulders, flipping her over her shoulder. “And a nice pert ass too, you would make an excellent catch my dear for any boy or girl.” She said groping Nicolette's plum shaped ass, smiling as she heard another soft moan from the brunette American, before tipping her over the edge of the dumpster, throwing in her smartphone and slamming down the lid. “Enjoy your nap, my sweet little American.” Rubbing her hands together, Valentina looped the pass over her head then secreted the three remaining syringes into the girls back before walking out the alley, towards the event centre.
The Vancouver Convention Centre, 10:55am
Flashing the security staff a smile, and dressed in her Ciri disguise Valentina entered the bustling centre finding a hive of activity as gaming fans of either gender walked from display to display or enjoyed the various gaming demos on offer. Not to mention smaller children dragging around their harried looking parents. Walking deeper into the centre, the mercenary noticed the two distinct areas across from each other; the bright green of Xbox and the blue of PlayStation. She also noticed that there were many young and pretty female sales reps, in addition to their male colleagues, either chatting away with young gamers or playing on the consoles. The X-box girls were dressed in a green and white letterman style jacket, with a matching green t-shirt with the X-box logo underneath, tight grey tracksuit bottoms that emphasised their asses and white and green sneakers. While the Playstation girls wore a blue hooded top, with the console logo on the back in white above the word ‘STAFF’ and matching logo on the left leg, white knee high socks and matching lace plimsolls.
Hmm? I will need both sets of uniforms to get behind the scenes to their offices behind the sales floor. But how to acquire them? And discreetly at that. Valentina thought as she neared the X-box zone. There in the centre we're two young women; one an attractive brunette X-box girl with raven coloured hair, tied into a long ponytail. She had gentle heart shaped features with high cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. While the other was a slightly smaller and petite but pretty PlayStation girl with slightly squared features, shallow cheekbones and big doe shaped pale green eyes framed by long honey blonde hair. The blonde had her arms crossed across her small breasts, shooting daggers at a young man wearing a Playstation top, who was flirting with a blonde X-box sales girl. Pretending to look at an X-Box Series X hand controller, Valentina eavesdropped on their conversation.
“That's it I have had enough of the bastard! He's practically fawning over that bloody skanky blonde, right in front of me!” Cried 22 year old Playstation sales girl Morgan Halliwell, shooting a deadly look at her soon to be ex boyfriend Chad. X-box girl, 21 year old Darryl Longstreet reached out caressing her forearm. “Then why don't you just text him, sweetie? Dump his macho ass and tell him the truth about us.” Morgan let out a shuddered moan of arousal, unfolding her arms and taking her lover's hands. “Yeah, you're right Darryl! I don't need him anymore! Not when I've got you, my love. Today, I’am going to end it with him and come out saying that I prefer other girls.” Darryl gently squeezed the blonde’s hands, giggling. “I would just love to see the look on his douchey face, when you tell him you're gay, and dating an X-Box girl no less, Morgan.” Both women giggled, before Darryl caressed the blonde's face. “Let’s meet up when we have our breaks in an hour and…celebrate? You know at the usual spot backstage, away from prying eyes.” Morgan nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Looking forward to it babe.” The two then lent in, giving each other a peck on the lips before parting. “Right, I've to go to the little girls room. See you in an hour, sweetie.” Darryl parted, squeezing Morgan's hand as she walked away.
Valentina smiled as she shadowed Darryl walking in the direction of the women's toilet. Star-crossed lovers? How very romantic but it represents a golden opportunity for me, to acquire the clothes of both lovers. First sweet Darryl to infiltrate the X-box sales area then little Morgan. Ah, young love… Weaving through the crowds and not losing the brunette once, she followed her all the way into the ladies toilet. Slipping inside, Valentina locked the door behind her then took out a loaded syringe. Positioning herself outside Darryl's cubicle, the Ukrainian mercenary coiled like a snake ready to strike.
Ladies Bathroom, 10:58am
Darryl Longstreet giggled as she emptied her water into the toilet bowl, her solid black bikini cut panties with the legend “play with me” in white above an X-Box controller done around her ankles. I’am so happy that Morgan is finally going to dump that prick and is embracing her sexuality. Finally after 6 months, we will finally become a couple. Damn stupid work, I want her now! Letting out a sigh of relief, the young brunette felt the last of her piss trickle into the bowl. After wiping herself and pulling up her tracksuit bottoms, Darryl flushed then unlocked the cubicle. Suddenly feeling an arm snake around her neck, pulling her to the left. “Wha-?!” Was all she could muster as the attacker squeezed, cutting off her ability to scream.
“Shh! My sweet Darryl, don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to.” Valentina whispered to the struggling brunette who was desperately trying to stamp on her feet. She squeezed pulling the girl into a dragon choke to arrest her movements, before bringing out her needle. “N-no p-please don't kill me…” the girl whimpered, eyes focused on the needle as the mercenary brought it to Darryl's carotid artery. “I'm not going to kill you, honey…” she said, plunging the needle into her soft white flesh, Darryl responded with a choked squeak of pain. “...this is going to help you relax and forget about all this.” Valentina pressed the plunger, emptying the drug into her blood vessels. She felt the girl's struggles grow weaker and weaker, as the drug flowed towards her brain in a matter of seconds until she heard Darryl let out a low sigh, slumping unconscious into the crook of Valentina's arm. “There's a good girl. Now, let's see what's got Morgan so excited.” She kissed the sleeping girl on her forehead, dragging her back into her cubicle.
Sitting the unconscious Darryl onto the toilet bowl, Valentina stripped out of her Ciri outfit then straddled the girl. “ I can see why she likes you. You're not just a pretty face but a fiesty spitfire as well.” She said to the girl, loosening the green scrunchie from her hair and adopting her ponytail before slipping off the letterman jacket from Darryl's shoulders. After unlacing the brunette’s sneakers, Valentina pulled them off her feet then whipped the tracksuit bottoms down her long slender legs, grinning at the girl's choice in underwear. “Cute panties, I get the feeling that Morgan would have loved to have seen those. Too bad she won't, well not today at least.” Pulling on the tracksuit bottoms and lacing up the sneakers, Valentina held up the girl's arms sliding the t-shirt up over her hand admiring Darryl's well rounded C-cup breasts enveloped by a black cross back under armour sports bra. “Mmm, I almost feel bad for Morgan depriving her of your body. It's nothing personal, Darryl.” She said cupping the girls breasts, Darryl moaned slightly in her sleep. “Morgan..” she uttered, quivering under the mercenary's touch. Chuckling, she dressed in the rest of Darryl's uniform, finding it loose but very comfortable. “I will be sure to give your little Morgan your regards when I see her…” she kissed the sleeping girl on her forehead.
Locking the cubicle door behind her, Valentina climbed out landing gracefully on the other side. Finding an out of order sign in the attendant's cupboard she stuck it onto the door, before unlocking the bathroom door and slipping back through the concourse.
Convention Centre Concourse, 11:05am
Making her way through the X-Box gaming area, Valentina shared a few nods with staffers and gamers alike, who quickly returned to their games paying her no further attention. Coming to the back door that led to the rear offices, she swiped Darryl's key card slipping through the open door. Walking down the garishly green corridor, Valentina opened the first door on her right, coming to a small dimly lit computer room with an open workstation. “What's the matter with these people? Don't they believe in using passwords? Not that I'm complaining.” Shrugging she sat down, taking the USB thumb drive from her trousers pocket and inserting it into the computer. It didn't take her long to find the technical schematics of the Series X, copying the plans onto the thumb drive took even less thanks to the 4G connection. With everything she came for, Valentina replaced the thumb drive into her pocket then returned the computer to its home screen before sweeping from the room.
Arriving back onto the gaming floor, Valentina checked the watch she had stolen from Darryl. Looks like I still have 45 minutes till my meeting with Morgan, I could always make my way there and lie in wait… Looking up she nearly walked into a little blonde boy who could have been no more than eleven. “Hey! Watch where you're going lady!” The kid said looking up at her indignantly, his expression then changed. “You're pretty. Can you play a bit of X-box with me, please?” He glanced at the gaming alcoves to their right, beaming. Valentina sighed, this distraction wasn't what she needed right now, besides she wasn't good with children. “Where are your parents, kid? Can't they play with you instead?” She said mimicking Darryl's Canadian lilt. The boy rolled his eyes. “My dad's on a business trip in Calgary and mums gone for a coffee! Please, all the other pretty girls are busy and you're not doing anything! Aren't you supposed to be into games?” Valentina touched her hand to her eyes, refusing this kid would only create a scene and bring about attention she didn't need. I can kill a little time before heading Morgan off. “Alright, kid. How does Forza Horizons sound?” The blonde boy whooped with joy. “Yes! I love racing games! Girls totally suck at those games.” Feeling the competitive urges well in her breast, Valentina led the child to an open gaming booth. “We'll see about that, sport.” She winked as the two took up their controllers.
40 minutes later
“Oh man! Beaten by a girl, 3 times in a row! This can't be happening!” Groaned the boy as Valentina celebrated her third victory in a row. “Read them and weep, kid. You really suck at this!” She whooped in joy as the lad shook his head sighing. Catching sight of Darryl's watch, Valentina noted she had just fifteen minutes to intercept Morgan. “No! I want another round, I'm sure I can beat you this time!” Valentina shrugged, putting down her controller. “Sorry kid but I’ve got to the little girls room, but keep practicing. Maybe you can beat a toddler.” Walking away from the gaming area, she grinned as she heard the boy say. “Man, this can't be happening! Worst day ever!” Looking up she noticed Morgan peel away from the Playstation gaming area, backstage. Maintaining her distance, Valentina discreetly stalked her waiting for her opportunity to strike.
Convention Centre Backstage, 11:53am
Leaning against the wall, in a secluded part of the backstage area away from prying eyes Morgan Halliwell smiled as she composed her break-up text to that useless moron, Chad. “‘Dear Chad, you are so fucking dumped after chatting up that blonde skank. And by the way I’m gay, I have been platform hopping too. Have a nice life, asshole…’” she read as she typed the text, finishing it off with a flourish. Seeing a flash of green in the corner of her eye, Morgan's grin widened. “Just a minute, babe. Just gotta send this text and I’m all yours..” Hitting the send button she looked up to see an attractive redhead, dressed in an X-Box outfit that looked a little big for her. “Um, who are you? Where's Darryl?” She asked the woman who cocked her head, smiling. “Sorry, Morgan. Darryl's having a little nap…” suddenly without warning the redhead’s left hand shot out pinning her to the wall and clamped over her mouth silencing her cry of surprise. “...but she said hi!” Morgan's eyes widened in fear at the thought of this girl hurting her lover. She then reached out with her right hand, grasping the struggling blonde’s pretty neck and pinching either side. Letting out a pained muffled squeak of arousal, Morgan's phone dropped from her limp fingers as she gently slid unconscious down against the wall, with her legs spread wide.
Deftly catching Morgan's phone, Valentina shook her head at the text the girl had sent. “Tsk, tsk. Dumping your ex via sms? That's very low sweet little Morgan, I never did that to my exes.” Putting the phone back into Morgan's pocket, the redheaded Ukrainian knelt by the unconscious girl taking out her third syringe, flicking the needle. “Something to help you dream about your sweetheart.” She said plunging it into Morgan's carotid, the cute blonde shuddered slightly as the chemicals entered her brain before she relaxed with a low sigh. Pocketing the empty needle, Valentina stripped off Darryl's clothes and pulled out the green scrunchie, letting her scarlett hair flow down around her shoulders.
Rubbing her hands together with glee, Valentina first unlaced Morgan's plimsolls, pulling them off her feet along with her ankle socks before whipping her shorts down her slender hips and long legs. “Mmm, looks like you're the girly girl in the relationship. Cute panties, Morgan.” The Ukrainian quipped as she admired the white lace trim thong protecting the blondes modesty, sliding the girls hooded top up over her head getting a glimpse of small but cute B-cup breasts, covered by a matching white lace trim camisole the nipples peeking through the thin cotton. Valentina couldn't resist cupping Morgan's breasts too, causing the blonde to moan in her slumber. “ I don't know who I prefer, you or your girl Morgan. This Chad has no idea what he's throwing away but at least Darryl appreciates you. I wish you luck in your relationship.” Kissing the blonde on the forehead, Valentina quickly got dressed in Morgan's uniform finding it more a snug fit then Darryl's clothes.
Popping the dongle into the front pocket, along with the last syringe Valentina gently scooped the sleeping scantily clad form of Morgan Halliwell into her arms and walked over to an empty crate. “Sleep tight, Morgan…” she whispered, lowering the girl inside before tossing Darryl's clothes on top of her. “...here perhaps the scent of your lover will help you dream of her. And thanks for your uniform, it's quite snug.” Sealing the crate, Valentina smiled walking back towards the concourse.
The Playstation Gaming Floor, 12:06pm
Weaving her way through the bright blue of the playstation half, walking past various staff including a distraught looking Chad who she could have sworn was staring at his phone dumbstruck, and gamers including a pretty girl dressed like Ashley Graham from Resident Evil 4, Valentina arrived at the Playstation staff door. Opening the door with Morgan's access card, Valentina slipped through. Proceeding down the corridor she came to the first open door on her second left, which turned out to be a computer room.
Taking a seat, Valentina was impressed by the set up. “A card reader in the keyboard? Well they obviously care a lot more about security than Microsoft. But I have just the thing for that.” After swiping Morgan's card and gaining access to the computer, the red headed mercenary inserted the thumb drive. It hardly took a couple of minutes to find the PS5 schematics and download them. Laughing at a job well done, Valentina replaced the dongle into her pocket then wiped her session before shutting down the workstation.
Walking back down the corridor towards the exit, Valentina spotted Chad coming through the door and the tearful young man quickly approached her. “H-hey, you haven't seen my Morgan, my girlfriend, on your travels have you?” He sniffed glancing back to his phone then back to her. Valentina shrugged, shaking her head. “Sorry, I've just come from my break? Why do you ask?” The man then sobbed loudly. “‘Why do you ask’?!” He repeated in a high pitched shrill voice, choked full of tears. “She's only gone and dumped me by text! And now said she's gone gay, slipping it to some X-box chick!? The bitch!” Inside Valentina was laughing at the guy as she touched his shoulder. “Ouch! That's rough, man.” She said feigning sympathy. “But don't worry, I'm sure there are plenty more fish in the sea, for a prize like you.” Missing her sarcasm completely, Chad let out a loud wail and barged right past her. Massaging her shoulder and turning back towards the door, Valentina rolled her eyes. “No wonder she dumped you…” she sneered under her breath.
Making her way back across the gaming floor, Valentina was stopped in her tracks by a woman fully dressed as a Spartan from the Halo series, wearing pink armour plates made of plastic. “Hi! Do you want to play some co-op on the Master Chief Collection? You have this whole badass femshep thing going on and look like you could handle yourself against a few grunts.” Her voice sounded tinny under the helmet but young. The Ukrainian smiled at the compliment. Why not? It's not like my marks are going to wake up anytime soon and I have earned a little downtime. Plus, I will be maintaining my cover. “Yeah sure, it's been a while so I might be a little rusty. By the way, that's a sweet looking outfit by the way.” The Spartan giggled at the flirt as they walked towards the gaming alcove. “Thanks, babe. I’m Spartan Libby-021 but you can call me Libby.” They touched shoulders reaching down for the controllers. “And you can call me Morgan, Spartan Libby.” The girl laughed again, gently stroking Valentina's ass through her shorts as the game booted up.
The Ladies Bathroom, 13:30pm
Looking down at Libby's phone number scribbled down on a torn piece of paper, Valentina smiled at the connection she briefly had shared with the girl. She had been reluctant to part with her following their action packed tour through the battlefields of Halo 3 but her mission demanded it. “What do you think, Darryl?” She asked the sleeping half naked brunette still slumped on the toilet. “Do you think I should give Libby a call?” Receiving a mild snore in reply, Valentina chuckled, stripping out of Morgan's clothes before she began getting dressed back in the Ciri outfit. Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening made her duck behind the cubicle door. Opening it slightly, the mercenary peeked through the crack in the door at the new arrival.
It was the Ashley Graham cosplayer she had seen earlier, dressed in the iconic outfit of orange blazer, v-neck yellow jumper, short green plaid pleated skirt and below the knee black leather boots with black translucent tights smothering her legs. Around her neck was a red patterned scarf and event pass dangling between her. As the girl washed her hands, Valentina got a better look at her through her reflection; she was a pretty little thing no more than early twenties, with smooth rounded features, rounded cheekbones and pale green eyes framed by actual shoulder length ash blonde hair. The mercenary smiled, sizing Ashley up. That's a really cool outfit, it must have taken her hours to cobble together. It's much better than the Ciri outfit and I could take it. Why not? I bet it will look better on me. Opening the door ever so quietly, Valentina crept up silently behind the unsuspecting girl who was too distracted washing her hands to notice the danger she was in.
Striking with the speed of a coiled serpent, Valentina wrapped her arm around Ashley's throat to cut off her strangled squeak of surprise . “W-wha?! Your…hurting…meee..” was all she could gasp, shooting her arms up instinctively as Valentina placed her other hand on the back of her head. “Sorry, Ashley but I don't think Leon's coming to save you now.” She hissed into the struggling blonde's ear gently pressing her head forwards, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Ashley let out a cute gurgle that was music to the mercenary's ears, slumping limply into Valentina's arms. “Time to introduce you to Darryl, sweetie.” She quipped, dragging the unconscious cosplayer into the waiting cubicle, her leather boots squeaking off the tiled floor.
“Well what do you know? Your name is Ashley after all.” Valentina smirked reading the name on the pass around her neck, which read ‘Ashley Becker’. The real Ashley was straddling Darryl on the toilet bowl, wearing nothing but her blue plaid with white lace trim underwired bra and matching bikini cut panties. “See? Told you your outfit would look good on me, Ashley.” Valentina gestured at the girl's outfit she was now wearing. In response, the young blonde began to stir. “Who? What happened…?” She slurred as the redheaded Ukrainian reacted quickly, taking her last syringe and plunging it into the flesh of her tight pert ass. “Uhhh…” Ashley groaned before slumping unconscious again on top of the still sleeping Darryl. “ Aww, don't you make a cute couple?” Valentina quipped. “Don't worry ladies, I can keep a secret. If you ask me, Morgan seems like the jealous type.”
After locking up the cubicle, Valentina admired how much the stolen outfit made her look younger. Finishing her appraisal, she put the dongle into Ashley's handbag along with Libby's number then looping it over her shoulder she swept from the bathroom.
Alleyway Beside the Convention Centre, 13:50pm
Sparing the sleeping half naked Nicolette another appreciative glance, Valentina retrieved her clothes rolling them into her stolen purse along with her smartphone from the dumpster. Walking out of the alley, she sent a quick text message to her Joygo contact. ‘Packages in possession. Requesting meet up. VT.’ Her phone buzzed with a reply. ‘Fairmont Hotel Vancouver, Downtown. One Hour.’ Smiling, she took out her phone, inputting Libby's number then dialing it. “Hey, Libby. It's Morgan. Are you up for a little more co-op tonight? Say something more intimate in my suite at the Fairmont tonight?” She asked, walking into the depths of the metro station. “Morgan? Of course, babe. Do you want me to bring the suit too?” Valentina giggled. “Only if I get to see the Spartan under the helmet?” Libby laughed in reply. “Sounds like a date. What's your suite number?” Valentina stopped waiting for the downtown train. “How about I meet you in the lobby and we take things from there?” There was a slight pause. “Alright Morgan, see you around eight o’clock. Bye, sweetie.”
With a grin, Valentina bade her date farewell as the subway car arrived. Taking a deep breath she took a window seat, anticipating both the thrill of getting paid for another job well done and for the night to come with Libby.
Indeed, although Darryl might find it difficult to explain to Morgan how see ended up in the ladies with a half naked girl on her lap. 