Destiny Calls Chapter 4:- Spa Day
Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2026 7:27 pm
It's been four days since Destiny's successful blackmailing of Don Vito Lombardo on behalf of her old friend, Detective Sergeant James O'Rourke. But now she's back in action with Athena, her assignment; to infiltrate the rehearsal of the debut fashion show of young, upcoming French fashion designer Henri De Boussé and find her way into his exclusive suite at The Plaza Hotel. There he keeps his most treasured possession, his first dress design. However, she'll soon be called upon by Jimmy to stop a human trafficking ring operating from a spa resort on Staten Island…
The Plaza Hotel, 768 5th Avenue, New York City, Tuesday 24th April 2026 14:00pm
Let's get it started in here… by the Black Eyed Peas rang through Destiny's ears, as she surveyed the exterior of the imposing but grand façade of the Plaza Hotel. She knew next to nothing about fashion and hadn't even heard of Henri De Boussé before he had Athena hired to run a security audit.
According to her Athena brief, De Boussé had started out as an intern working for Coco Chanel in Paris before getting his big break, and was reputed to be jealous about his work. He had organised both this fashion show and an exhibition of his career at The Plaza Hotel, which was a ticketed event for the elite of New York high society. Destiny's objective was simple; infiltrate the Hotel and find a way to his penthouse suite where he kept his most treasured possession, his first dress design valued at a princely $15 million.
Judging by the level of security outside the building, it was a task easier said than done. But that never stopped her. Destiny scanned the building, looking for a gap in the perimeter. I can't simply go through the front door, the hotel has been closed to the general public. I know that the catwalk has been set up in the ballroom, and I need to go through that to reach the penthouse exhibit. I'll have to get creative and steal a few disguises…
She then looked to the right of the main entrance, to the entrance of the underground parking. There were plenty of deliveries being made and the security was checking each and every van and the IDs of every driver, but Destiny's practiced eye this spelled opportunity. They are too focused on their task that they've left their rear security vulnerable. That's my way in…
Taking out her earphones and pulling up her hood, Destiny rolled her shoulders and crossed the street. Crouching low, she used the cover of the vehicles to sneak around the back of the uniformed security and down into the underground parking.
The Plaza Hotel, Underground Parking, 14:15pm
She proceeded through the dimly lit parking, using the shadows to conceal her body until she reached the hotel's loading dock. From all the trucks and crates around, it looked as if it was being used by caterers.
Hearing footsteps and harried mutterings ahead and above her, Destiny quietly climbed onto the bay and crouched behind a crate. She peered over the top to get a glimpse of their owner.
It was a young waitress, searching crates of wine and muttering. “French people and their wine…completely unreasonable.” She was an attractive girl; with pale, delicate rounded features, slender cheekbones, green intelligent eyes, and curly raven coloured hair tied into an elegant chignon. Destiny put her age at 23 years old. She was wearing her Plaza Hotel uniform that consisted of a white blouse, gold clip on tie, over which was worn a black waistcoat. Around her waist was a black knee high skirt and a white apron tied over it with PH embroidered in the corner with gold thread. A pair of black pumps completed the ensemble.
Destiny smiled. Her uniform should get me into the hotel. She's just my size and all alone, I can easily take her out as she's too distracted looking for wine.
She stalked towards the unsuspecting waitress, who had opened a crate and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Bingo,” The girl grinned, “Chateau Malmedy, 2010.”
Standing right behind the waitress, Destiny struck with the speed of a python. She coiled her right arm around the waitresses neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain and pushed forward on the back of her head, applying pressure.
The waitress let out a choked gasp, slumping unconscious into Destiny's body. The bottle fell out of the girl's limp fingers, but Destiny caught it deftly before it could shatter onto the concrete.
Grinning, she set the bottle onto the crate and lowered the waitress's limp body onto the ground.
“I'm really sorry about that…Megan, ” Destiny said, reading the girl's nametag, “But I need your uniform more than you do right now, babe.”
After stripping off her clothes, Destiny began to undress Megan. She started by unlacing the white apron from around her waist and removing her black pumps and pink ankle socks.
She then unclipped the gold tie before unbuttoning the waistcoat, slipping the garment off Megan's shoulders, before moving onto her blouse, revealing well rounded B-cup breasts enveloped in a pink lace balconette bra adorned with little white ribbons on the straps.
“How very cute and girly, but I like it.” Destiny said appreciatively, unfastening and pulling down the waitresses trousers from around her waist.
“And you're wearing matching panties? For me? You shouldn't have Megan.” She grinned as she admired the matching pink lace low cut thong, with a little white ribbon on the waistband above the gusset.
Destiny quickly got dressed in Megan's uniform, finding it a decent fit considering that the waitress was slightly shorter than she. When she was finished, Destiny cable tied Megan's wrists and ankles then taped her mouth shut.
Scooping the unconscious, bound, and scantily clad girl into a Fireman's carry, Destiny hauled her over to an open empty wine crate. “Sweet dreams, Megan. You sure look like you needed a break.” She smirked, stashing the waitress inside along with her backpack, covering her body with her discarded clothes.
Once she had sealed the crate shut, Destiny secreted her cable ties and duct tape into her stolen apron before taking up the wine bottle and proceeding inside the hotel.
The Plaza Hotel Kitchens, Basement Floor 1, 14:20pm.
Her stolen uniform gave her access to the kitchens, which was a hive of activity; waiters and waitresses going to and fro with orders, the head chief barking orders to his subordinates.
Ahead of her, near the bakery ovens, a small man with mousy brown hair and short moustache , dressed in a hotel uniform snapped his fingers in her direction. A Maitre if Destiny had to guess. Maintaining her cover she approached him.
The Maitre’s grey eyes lit up when he saw the wine bottle in Destiny's hand.
“Ah, the Chateau Malmedy, you've found it! Well done! And to think I sent three out to find it and they all came back empty handed, including that fool girl Megan. Here I'll just take that…” He took the wine from her hand, setting it on the counter. “...don't worry, I'll get a waiter to take that to Mr De Boussé. I have another job for you.”
He walked her over to a tray with little tiny cakes with pink icing and dusted with icing sugar. Looking at them made Destiny's stomach grumble with longing.
“Take these complimentary cakes to the models in their changing rooms behind the catwalk in the ballroom.” The man said, gesturing to the tray.”
Destiny nodded, taking up the tray. “Of course, Maitre.” She turned to leave.
“Hold a moment?” The man's voice stopped her in her tracks. “I have something you must know.”
She turned back to him. “Yes, Maitre?”
The man tucked his hands behind his back. “Our wait staff aren't allowed in the ballroom, only the models are. Something our French guest said about ‘Traipsing crumbs along his catwalk’ being unacceptable tsk,” his clicked the roof of his mouth in displeasure before continuing.
“So you'll have to use the kitchen elevator which should take you straight to the adjacent changing rooms. Understood?”
Destiny nodded. “Yes, Maitre. Take the kitchen elevator up one floor to the changing rooms.” She replied, parroting his instructions.
Dismissing her with a smile and a nod, the Maitre turned away and clicked his fingers to a passing waiter.
Taking her leave, Destiny weaved her way out of the kitchens and followed the directions to the kitchen elevator.
Ignoring temptation and her grumbling stomach, Destiny peeled her eyes reluctantly from the cakes and boarded the elevator. Pressing the ground floor button, she rolled her shoulders as the lift began its ascent. I'll need to steal a dress from one of the models, that will be my ticket past the catwalk and to the upper floors
The Plaza Hotel, Ground Floor, Changing Rooms, 14:28pm
Balancing the tray on her right hand, Destiny weaved through the models leaving their dressing rooms for the upcoming rehearsal. Some exchanged smiles with her, and helped themselves to the tiny pink cakes, much to Destiny's chagrin.
By the time she had reached the final dressing room, Destiny only had three little cakes. I hope I can have at least one, they look so tasty… She sighed, knocking on the door.
“Come on.” Replied a female voice from behind the door.
Destiny entered finding two young women; The first was a brunette stylist making the finishing touches to the second, a stunningly beautiful blonde woman wearing a sumptuous red strapped dress, matching red high heels and gold necklace and earrings. Behind her, on a ceramic bust lay a red floppy hat. She carefully sized the blonde up That dress is just my size and a lovely colour. I just need to get her alone.
“Alright, I'm done here Mademoiselle Gabrielle,” the brunette said, putting the finishing touches on Gabrielle's eye liner, “You're all set to go whenever you're ready.”
The model nodded. “Oui, merci beaucoup Samantha.” She replied in a melodious french accent. The girl was attractive; with slightly tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones, bright hazel eyes, and ash blonde hair tied up in a stick bun twist at the base of her neck.
On her way out, Samantha eyed up the three remaining cakes. “They look cute. May I?”
Destiny smiled. “Yes, ma'am. Compliments of The Plaza Hotel.”
Samantha popped one into her mouth, “Mmmm, Thanks.” She said through a mouthful of cake before leaving her alone with Gabrielle.
She shifted the tray to her left hand, freeing up her right hand.
“Would you like a complimentary cake, ma'am?” She asked Gabrielle holding out the tray temptingly to the blonde.
Rising from her chair, the blonde cocked her head, common sense warring with desire. After a few moments, Gabrielle shrugged.
“What the hell? It's not like I'm going to get fat by eating one tiny cake.”
She reached for the tray, her eyes fixated on the cakes. That's when Destiny sprung her trap.
Raising her right arm like a sword, Destiny brought her hand down onto the side of Gabrielle's neck, striking her with a backhanded chop to the right-hand side nerve bundle.
The model let out a surprised grunt of pain before collapsing onto her side in an undignified unconscious heap.
“Sorry, Gabrielle but no cake for you,” she set down the tray with the little pink and popped one in her mouth, “ Mmmhm. This cake is just so scrumpy!” Destiny swallowed it and finished off the last one before turning her attention to Gabrielle.
She wiped her hands together and crouched next to the unconscious blonde. “Alright babe, let's get you out of that dress.”
Once she had stripped out of Megan's uniform, Destiny rolled Gabrielle onto her back and removed her jewellery, putting it on herself before slipping off her heels.
After loosening the models hair sticks, Destiny copied her hairstyle, then rolling the blonde onto her side, she unzipped the dress, and peeled it from her limp body.
“Well, well it looks like they are real. What a nice surprise…” She said appreciatively, admiring Gabrielle's well rounded exposed C-cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas, “...and you've taken good care of your body.” Her eyes danced across Gabrielle's half naked body, taking note of the red silk g-string barely covering her modesty.
Tearing her eyes from Gabrielle's half naked body, Destiny secured the woman's wrists and ankles with cable ties and taped up her mouth. Taking the blonde under her shoulders, Destiny stashed Gabrielle in a cabinet along with her backpack, and Megan's discarded uniform.
“Thanks for the dress.” She quipped, closing the door and quickly putting on the model's dress, heels and hat.
Destiny smiled at her reflection. “Red’s definitely my colour…
Chuckling, she swept out of the changing room and out into the ballroom.
Her new disguise allowed her to move past the catwalk where the rehearsals were in full swing. With all the attention on the models, nobody noticed Destiny weaving her way through the ballroom towards the rear elevator banks.
She entered the elevator, pressing the button to the second floor. As the lift ascended, Destiny contemplated her next move. Once I'm on the second floor, I'll head to the express elevator and that will take me all the way to the penthouse floor.
The Plaza Hotel, Second Floor, 14:36pm
Once she had left the elevator, Destiny used her photographic memory to navigate the art deco interior towards the express elevator.
Rounding the next corner, she saw a pretty auburn haired young woman briskly walking towards her looking over her shoulder. Destiny was instantly drawn to the red head, who flashed her a cheeky smile as their eyes met.
Destiny's curiosity was piqued. “You look like you don't belong here. Who are you?”
The woman grinned mischievously, highlightIng her lightly freckled diamond shaped features which Destiny found charming. Her intelligent ice blue eyes scanning over Destiny's chest and hips. The red head was wearing a black leather biker jacket, matching riding boots and tight belted blue jeans. Underneath was a red low cut tank top.
“And you look quite striking, even without makeup,” her eyes once again checked her out, “If I had to guess you're one of De Boussé's models…” moving a strand of her long auburn hair out of her face, the young woman held out her hand. “Chase Goodwin, fashion and culture correspondent CNN.”
Destiny took Chase's hand gently but firmly.
“You can call me Destiny, Miss Goodwin.” She noted that Chase had held her hand longer than necessary, gently brushing her skin with her thumb. The sensation sent warm tingling through Destiny, and she returned the gesture.
“Destiny? That's a pretty name for a beautiful woman.” She flirted, finally retrieving her hand.
Her forwardness caught Destiny by surprise but she recovered. “Don't sell yourself short, babe. You're not exactly a slouch either.”
Chase giggled, a soft melodious sound completely at odds with her appearance. “As much as I enjoy flirting, sweetie, I would like you to answer a few questions? If that's alright with you.”
Destiny nodded, wondering just how long this was going to take. “Shoot.”
Chase took out a notepad and pen. “Sweet. Okay, first question. Is this De Boussé's latest line? It looks good on you by the way.”
Destiny blushed bright red, but before she could find a convincing lie she heard footsteps from behind Chase.
The redhead had heard them too. “Oh shit, I thought I lost her,” Chase groaned, secreting her notepad and pen, “Well, it looks like we're about to have company. I've gotta go before that curator shows up with security,” she gently brushed past Destiny and began to jog down the corridor.
She then turned back. “It was nice to meet you, pretty. See you around.” She smiled before disappearing round the corner. Destiny couldn't help but laugh at the encounter, catching sight of Chase's well formed ass through her jeans.
Destiny turned around to see an out of breath African American woman in her early thirties stop in front of her. “T-that god damn reporter, that's twice I’ve caught her snooping around, and twice she's given me the slip.” She looked at her quizzically. “Why are you not on stage,” brow furrowing as she eyed Destiny suspiciously. “Wait? Who the hell are you?”
Destiny regarded the woman. She bore a striking resemblance to her, the same eye colour, shoulder length black hair and facial structure, but a slightly different dimpled chin.
Destiny stood up straight, using her disguise. “I'm Destiny. And you are?”
The woman shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. Destiny noticed they were close to the same body size. She was wearing a peach coloured pantsuit with black heels and matching low cut tank top.
“I’m Tiffany Washington, show curator. You are not one of my models,” Tiffany peered under Destiny's stolen hat, “You're not even wearing make-up. I personally handpicked all of the models and I don't remember you. So before I get security, I will ask you again. Who the hell are you?”
Destiny shrugged. “That's none of your concern!” She snarled swiftly punching Tiffany in her stomach, knocking the wind out of the woman and making her double up in pain. Destiny then followed through with a neck chop to the back of the curators neck.
Tiffany let out a squeak of pain, collapsing onto the carpeted floor unconscious into her belly. Noticing the broom cupboard behind her, Destiny quickly took the woman's ankles and dragged her inside.
Broom Cupboard, 2nd Floor, 14:46pm
Destiny patted Tiffany down, finding a key card to the penthouse suite. “Bingo. This should come in handy.”
She then looked down at the unconscious woman, cocking her head. “You know we do look alike a little and you are my size after all. Between the key card and your outfit I can easily pass security…” Destiny smiled, caressing the lapel of Tiffany's jacket.
After quickly stripping off the expensive red dress and hat, Destiny rubbed her hands together. She first slipped off the woman's heels and black low cut no show socks, then unfastened the suit jacket pulling off Tiffany's body one arm at a time.
Unzipping the trousers, Destiny peeled them off Tiffany's hips and down her long ebony legs revealing a pair of black lace shorts between her legs. She then slid the curators up over her head, revealing a well rounded pair of C-cup breasts shielded by a matching black lace demi bra.
“Well, well. Very racy underwear, Tiffany. You got a hot date lined up for later?” Destiny quipped rhetorically as she got dressed in the woman's clothes.
When she was finished, Destiny taped up Tiffany's wrists and ankles before gagging her. Then she took the scantily clad Tiffany under her arms and dragged her deeper into the cupboard, propping her body up against a shelf of bleach.
Sliding the keycard into her stolen jacket pocket, Destiny swept from the broom cupboard towards the express elevator.
The Express Elevator, The Plaza Hotel, 14:42pm
She found it to be guarded by two tall lean suited men, one a blonde caucasian, the other a broad shouldered african-american man. They both had earwigs and Destiny's well trained eye could tell that they were packing heat. Definitely private security.
The two were chatting about a baseball game between the Yankees and the Mets, but were quickly silenced by Destiny's appearance. She used her disguise to the fullest.
“Alright, you can both take a break. I’m going up to see Mr De Boussé.”
The white man's brow furrowed. “Er, ma'am. Didn't you tell us earlier to guard this elevator? Particularly from that nosy reporter from CNN.” Next to him, his black colleague nodded.
Unfazed Destiny doubled down. “Well, I just had a run in with that nosy bitch near the ground floor elevators. While you two useless idiots were standing around here like scarecrows!” She yelled, making the men glance at each other nervously shrinking under her words.
“So why don't you both make yourselves useful and eject her from the building?! Or the next thing you'll find yourselves guarding is a kindergarten!”
The two men went bright red and frantically nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am, right away.” the african american said as the two brushed past her, disappearing down the hall behind her.
Chuckling, Destiny boarded the elevator and pressed the “PH” button watching the two men recede into the distance.
The Plaza Hotel, Penthouse Floor, 14:42pm
Emerging from the express elevator, Destiny found the floor devoid of security and all she had to do was to simply walk up to the double oak doors of the penthouse. After inserting the keycard and seeing the light beep from red to green, she headed inside.
Only to be confronted by Pierre De Boussé, and her boss, Preston Sweetwater. Both sitting on a couch in the centre of the room. Behind them, through the windows Central Park stretched into the distance.
De Boussé smiled widely and clapped. “Bravo, cherie! Bravo!” He then turned to Sweetwater. “You were not overstating Mademoiselle Harrelson's skills, Monsieur.”
He was younger than Destiny expected; A short young dark haired frenchman dressed flamboyantly in a red silk shirt, black cravat, matching waistcoat, trousers and loafers. Perched on his head was a black french beret.
Preston smiled. “Destiny is one of the foremost security consultants in the business, dare I say the world, Monsieur.”
De Boussé clapped his hands together. “That I don't doubt. Now Mademoiselle, please tell me? How did you find my security?”
Taking the couch opposite, Destiny crosses her legs.
“Well, the place is secure enough but there is room for improvements.” She held up three fingers, and lowered one. “First things first; Your curator, Tiffany, deserves a raise. She was able to see through my disguise and could tell that I wasn't one of your models, monsieur.”
De Boussé smiled. “Oui, I completely agree. I think a raise for Tiffany should offset the trauma she experienced when you stole that ghastly suit off her back, and doing her a favour in the process, non?”
Destiny couldn't help but chuckle, she lowered a second finger. “Second; You should double the guards on the underground garage entrance. It was way too easy for me to neutralise a waitress and take her uniform. If I could do it then it’d be child's play for any decent thief.”
De Boussé lit a small cheroot, gesturing at her to continue.
“And last but by no means least; Your security at the express elevator should have challenged me when I was impersonating your curator. But then again, they did believe that I was Tiffany and were not appropriately trained to spot an infiltrator.”
Preston nodded. “Destiny is correct, Monsieur. But all is not lost. I can promise a fast training seminar for your security personnel to bring them up to speed. However, this will be expensive and set you back around $2,500.”
De Boussé took a drag from his cheroot and massaged his chin, deep in thought.
Sweetwater pressed his advantage. “If you'd rather, Monsieur? I could make a quick phone call to our base upstate and Athena can handle all your security needs? However, that will cost you a whole lot more.”
Destiny loved watching Preston work. He may have been a jarhead once upon a time, but he was a shrewd businessman when he needed to be.
De Boussé took a drag from his cheroot before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “I will not take chances with my life's work, mes ami and my security has been found wanting. Make the call, Monsieur, I'm willing to pay the Earth for my peace of mind.”
Smiling, Preston rose from his chair, walked to the massive window and took out his smartphone.
De Boussé turned back to Destiny. “Has for you, cherie, you and Athena have my gratitude. For that you must be rewarded.”
Destiny leaned forward. “Monsieur, thank you but I can't possibly accept. I was just doing my job.”
The Frenchman shook his finger. “Non, you are too modest. How about one of my dresses from my summer collection? So you don't have to rob one of my models to get your hands on one of my fabulous dresses, Cherie.”
He let out a bark of laughter, and Destiny herself couldn't resist laughing at the irony.
“In that case, Monsieur De Boussé, do you have anything in purple?”
The designer smiled mischievously and rose to his feet. “Step into my office.” He said with an air of theatre, gesturing to the room behind him.
Outside the Plaza Hotel, 14:55pm
Clutching a box tied with a purple silk ribbon under her arm, Destiny unlocked her car.
Glancing over the driver side door and across the road, she noticed the two security guards from earlier manhandling a struggling Chase towards her parked Ducati bike.
“Hey easy! Hands off the merchandise damn it!” Snarled the red head. “Have you gorillas never heard of freedom of the press?!”
The two pushed her over to the bike, the white guard gestured with a pointed finger. “Get lost, snoopy! Or else we'll call the police and you can talk their ears off about press freedom!”
The two turned back into the hotel as Chase answered them with a raised middle finger, before hopping onto her bike and putting on her black helmet. With a twist of her throttle, the pretty redhead disappeared down East 59 Street with a high pitched whine.
Smiling, Destiny put the box containing her new dress onto the passenger and slid into the driver's seat.
Pulling out onto 5th Avenue, Destiny's mind wandered to Chase. She's a looker and can take care of herself. When we touched I definitely felt a connection. I hope we meet again and get to know each other better. Perhaps it's time to open my heart again…
Sighing wistfully she joined the afternoon traffic to Harlem.
Apartment 232, Waterstone Heights Apartment Block, East 118th Street, East Harlem, NYC, 19:30pm
With a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a TV remote in the other, Destiny lounged on her sofa flicking through movies on her Netflix, her mind still on Chase.
Suddenly, the sound of her smartphone ringing on the coffee table drew her attention. Picking it up, Destiny smiled when she saw the caller's name.
She put the phone to her ear and connected the call.
“Jimmy! How's everything going?”
“Everything's going well, Desi, thanks again for your work with blackmailing Don Lombardo.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Jimmy,” She took a gulp of her coffee, “How is working out with our mutual friend? Did he spill anything good?”
“That's why I called you Desi. He's given me something big, and given your work with Lombardo, I'd thought you'll want to do me another favour and make the world an even better place.”
Destiny lent forward, her interest piqued. “I'm all ears, talk to me Jimmy.”
“There's this prostitution and human trafficking ring the NYPD have been after for a long, long time. And thanks to our friend the Don we now know the where, but we've hit a snag.”
Destiny took another gulp of coffee. “What seems to be the rub?”
Jimmy sighed. “Two rubs; One, we can't exactly go and investigate because of bureaucratic bullshit. And secondly; I can't go to the DA, telling him that I got the intel from a mafia Don that I’m blackmailing. It's not exactly standard police procedure after all.”
Destiny smiled. “But you want me to ‘look into it’ and perhaps even stop it completely, right?” She asked dryly..
Jimmy laughed. “Am I that transparent? Seriously though, you'll be doing me a favour and saving the lives of innocent girls in the process. What do you say, Desi? Are you in?”
Destiny nodded. “I’m in. I won't let those innocents suffer being pawed at by the worst New York has to offer. Do you have the location?” She fetched a pen and paper from the table.
“Thanks Desi. Yeah, It's the Silver Lake Park Spa Resort on Staten Island off Victory Boulevard. The mob uses it as a front for the ring, used to be an old sanitorium until the New York families brought it out and renovated it into a spa and wellness centre.”
Destiny scribbled the name down then leaned back grinning. “Well, it looks like I'm going for a spa day tomorrow.”
Jimmy chuckled humourlessly. “Just watch your back, girl and don't get caught. Good luck.”
Wishing her best friend farewell, Destiny hung up and took up the remote. She pressed play on Mission Impossible, amused by the irony that tomorrow she’ll be embarking on her very own mission impossible.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, Victory Boulevard, Staten Island, Wednesday 24th April 2026, 10:17am
The trip over the harbour on the Staten Island ferry was uneventful, but Destiny still paid her respects to Lady Liberty as she passed asking for her blessing on her mission of mercy.
She had spent the night before looking up the Spa resort online; The old sanitorium was a large three story building, brought recently and renovated by some investment fund, no doubt mob money. It was a large 19th century manor with two wings, one for its regular guests and the other for “premium” package VIPs. The privacy of these guests was protected by a high stone wall, a modern security system and armed guards patrolling the entrance.
But such measures had never stopped her before.
Before reaching the park, Destiny stopped at a hardware store in Tompkinsville to buy climbing rope to scale the wall and to top up her duct tape and cable ties.
After a short drive to Victory Boulevard, Destiny left her car across the street, shucked on her backpack and crossed the street.
She avoided the bustling main entrance, and hugged the stone wall timing her movements to exploit the CCTV's blindspots. Destiny then came to a section of wall not covered by cameras.
Taking out the rope, she uncoiled it and flung it over the wall, pulling on it to make sure it could take her weight. Destiny then took off her bag and tossed it over.
Spitting on her hands, she took the rope and scaled the wall effortlessly thanks to her army training.
Once over the wall, Destiny slid down the rope and turned to see the wellness spa in the distance. Beyond it the morning sun glittered off the water of the Silver Lake.
She gathered up her bag and coiled the rope back into it. Throwing it over her shoulder, Destiny noticed distant figures tending the spa's vast gardens. Rolling her shoulders, she stalked forwards into the resort grounds.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Gardens, 10:25am
Hunkering down in the bushes, Destiny saw a group of four gardeners all dressed in the uniforms of spa groundspeople; green denim dungarees with “Silver Lake Spa Resort” stitched on the front, matching baseball cap and gardening gloves, white short sleeve t-shirts, and brown laced work boots.
Three of the gardeners were men but one was a woman. She was a small, short petite girl of around twenty; With cute tanned rounded features, high cheekbones and slightly slanted, bright hazel eyes. Her long silky dark brown hair was looped through her cap in a long ponytail.
Destiny scanned the cutie who had to have one of the men translate her supervisors instructions. She looks Filipino and isn't exactly my size but beggars can't be choosers, pretty little thing though. First things first, I'll get closer and wait for them to separate…
With the gardeners still distracted by their briefing, Destiny crept into a large bush that was in dire need of trimming and remained concealed from the four gardeners.
After five minutes, the gardeners had finished their briefing and were spreading out to cover the spa resorts sprawling gardens. Luckily for Destiny, the girl was heading for her bush clutching a pair of small pruning shears.
She inched closer to the unsuspecting Filipino who had begun to prune the bush. The girl gasped in shock as she came face to face with Destiny who flashed her a wry smile.
“Sorry for what comes next, honey, it's nothing personal.”
With that she took the young girl by the scruff of her shirt, and yanked her into the bush with a surprised squeak. Destiny then followed through with a quick jab to the girl's right temple.
The girl convulsed one before slumping unconscious onto the grass with a low pained grunt.
Destiny peered over the bush, relieved to see that the girl's sudden disappearance hadn't been registered by her colleagues.
She looked down at the unconscious girl, “Right let's get out of that uniform, sweetie.” She said, pulling off the gardener's baseball cap and jamming it on her head.
Destiny quickly stripped the sleeping Filipino, first unlacing her boots and finding to her surprise that they were two sizes too big for her. “Huh, at least the boots are close to my size…”
Next she peeled off the dungarees from the girl's shoulders and down her slim form, exposing a pair of white with lace trim panties guarding her modesty. Destiny then pulled the white short sleeve shirt over the Filipino's head, revealing a matching white lace trim camisole, the nipples of her small but buoyant A-cup breasts peeking through the fabric.
As she pulled on the stolen uniform, Destiny's found that her worst fears were confirmed; The shirt was too tight around her bigger boobs and reached only to above her navel. While the dungarees showed off her ankles, which thankfully could be covered by the boots.
Destiny sighed. “The one girl I mug turns out to be shorter than my ex. Well, improvise, adapt and overcome…”
Turning her attention to the unconscious scantily clad girl at her feet, Destiny took out the rope from her bag and bound the Filipino's wrists and ankles, linking the two together with knots and a length of rope, curling her body into a foetal position. After loosening the girl's scrunchie, Destiny balled it into her mouth and taped over it.
“Sweet dreams, cutie.” She quipped, patting the girl's baby butt smooth cheek before shucking on the backpack and emerging from the bushes.
Destiny picked up the fallen shears and walked closer to the waiting resort, keeping her distance from the other gardeners.
The Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Exterior, 10:32am
Approaching the ‘premium’ wing in her stolen gardener's outfit, Destiny's heart sank as she realised that getting inside is easier said than done. Every door was guarded by private security, burly men who had the professional air of ex soldiers or moonlighting cops. Then more security cameras then on the entire perimeter wall, covering every angle. And to top it off; An alarm system to dissuade anyone amateur enough to break any windows.
However, Destiny turned her attention to the ‘regular’ wing, which was connected to the premium wing by a modern overhead bridge. [/i] Security seems laxer here, not as many guards or cameras and no alarms either. The connecting bridge means anyone who works in the regular wing is probably allowed on the other side, and vice versa.
Getting closer, she noticed that someone who must have been in a hurry had conveniently left an exterior door open. “Well, how considerate…” She smiled, sliding through the door and closing it behind her.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, Regular Wing, 10:40am
Destiny emerged into a well appointed hallway with a laminated wooden floor and period walls covered by the odd landscape meant to inspire calm.
Suddenly from her left, she could hear footsteps and laughing female voices. Reacting quickly, she ducked into the broom cupboard in front of her keeping the door slightly ajar.
It was three young women, a blonde, brunette and a cute redhead wearing only white spa bathrobes and fuzzy slippers. The redhead was a cute bespectacled woman with freckled diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and blue eyes framed by her square frames. Her hair was a lighter shade of auburn and cut into a messy tomboyish pixie cut.
Destiny smiled when she saw the redhead. She's just my size and getting around dressed as a guest will raise fewer eyebrows. I just need to grab her without her friends noticing…
“...Come on guys. I don't want to get a facial. I want a massage.” Moaned the redhead, who trailed just behind her friends.
The blonde grinned. “Oh Lori, the mud pack facial will do wonders for your complexion. No massage can do that.”
The brunette rolled her eyes. “She only wants a massage so she can feel a pair of soft hands caressing her body.” She teased, winking at the blonde.
As the group reached the broom cupboard door, Lori tripped on the corner of the carpet and lost a slipper. She crouched to retrieve it just outside the door, separating herself from her friends who continued up the corridor.
Needing no invitation, Destiny slowly left the broom cupboard and placed herself behind the unsuspecting redhead.
Lori sighed as she slid her foot back into the slipper. She looked up to see her friends, Emma and Cindy walking away.
“Hey guys w-mmmph?” Destiny clamped her hand around Lori’s mouth and pulled her inside the broom cupboard without a sound.
Further down the corridor, the blonde Emma turned to Cindy. “Did you hear something?”
The two glanced back down the corridor. “Huh?” Cindy shrugged. “I guess Lori went to get that massage after all.”
The two young women laughed as they made their way to their facials.
The Broom Cupboard, 10:46am
Destiny coiled her arm around the struggling Lori's neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain by pressing her head slightly forward. The woman's spectacles fell to the floor. “Shh, don't struggle Lori. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to.”
“Mmmph-uhh…” The red head slurred into Destiny's hand as she slumped unconscious, arms dangling limply by her sides and big blue eyes rolling into the back of her skull.
“There's a good girl. Now let's relieve you of your burden…” She said loosening the belt of Lori’s bathrobe, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it drop to her feet.
She then lowered Lori’s naked body to the ground onto her side, admiring the redhead's gentle curves, buoyant C-cup breasts with red rose petal areolas, pert plum shaped buttocks and small womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of red pubic hair.
“You remind me of Chase, babe. I wonder what she looks like naked?” She quipped, stripping away all of her clothes, including her underwear, then pulled on the bathrobe and tied it off.
After slipping into Lori's slippers, Destiny secured the redhead's wrists and ankles with cable ties. But before she could tape up Lori’s mouth, the woman had begun to stir.
The girl's eyes fluttered open. “What happened to me? Where am I?” She blinked groggily,then looked at her binds then at Destiny, gasping in shock. “Who are you?’ She whimpered. “W-why am I tied up?”
Destiny reacted quickly. “Sorry, Lori. But you need to have a longer nap.” She gripped the woman's neck, placing a thumb and finger on her vagus nerves and pinched. “No please, ohh ahh…” She cried letting out an aroused moan, slumping unconscious for a second time.
“Night, night sweetie.” Destiny said, patting Lori on the cheek, taping up her mouth and taking the naked redhead by the ankles dragging her into the shadows, concealing her body in an empty locker.
She concealed some duct tape and cable ties in the pockets of her stolen robe, deciding to leave her bag with Lori and retrieve it later.
Rolling her shoulders, Destiny left the broom cupboard and looked in the direction of the regular wing.
“Let's go get that massage. I'll bet that even premium customers enjoy massages, even with ‘additional services.’ And if I'm lucky I'll steal a staff uniform.” She said quietly to herself.
Putting one foot in front of the other, Destiny followed the signs to the massage parlour.
Silver Lake Park Spa Resort, Massage Parlour, Regular Wing, 10:52am
As she approached the massage parlour she noticed two masseurs in deep conversation. Destiny ducked unseen beside the door frame, leaning in to catch their conversation.
“...I don't want to go to the premium wing,” the woman sighed in accented English, “the client there gives me the creeps.”
The man touched her arm “Don't worry, Leyla, I happen to agree with you. He ogles the women most unseemly ” He replied in a similar accent to the woman. “Tell you what, I'll go and attend to him. You can stay here and see to our regular guests.”
Leyla smiled. “Thank you, Mehmet, I owe you one.”
Hearing all she needed to hear, Destiny noticed Mehmet leave the parlour and Leyla all on her own.
Entering the parlour, she was greeted by the pretty Leyla.
“Good morning, ma'am. Would you care for a massage?” She asked in a curious, but sweet accent.
Destiny had to admit that she was a stunningly attractive girl; with smooth, slightly tanned olive covered skin, amazing grey-hazel almond shaped eyes, heart shaped features and aquiline cheekbones. Her dark brown hair was tied into an elegant, yet practical bun at the nape of her neck.
Destiny returned the smile sizing up the woman,“Yes, I could do with a massage, thank you…Leyla.” She read the nameplate on her uniform, making the girl blush slightly.
Leyla gestured to the massage bed, next to her. “Then please, strip off your robe and lay down on the bed.”
Compling, Destiny scanned Leyla’s uniform; The Masseuse was wearing a simple white short sleeve buttoned shirt, with the spa logo on the right breast, and nameplate on the opposite, matching loose fitting trousers and sensible plimsolls. The outfit hugged her slim, sexy figure. She's exactly my size, perfect. Her uniform should get me into the premium wing. I’ll need to take her underwear too, which I’m not looking forward to…
Over the course of five minutes, Destiny moaned softly in pleasure as Leyla’s soft hands worked the tension out of her neck, shoulders and lower back.
“You have magic hands, Leyla, that was wonderful. And your accent? It's very…attractive. Where are you from, dear?”
Leyla blushed as she rubbed the dimples above Destiny's buttocks. “Um…Thanks ma’am, that's very kind of you to say. I’m Turkish, from Istanbul.”
Destiny smiled. “That's no surprise, Leyla, the best masseurs are Turkish. Particularly the women.”
The masseuse giggled. “I-I have to get more towels, please excuse me for a moment.”
She turned her back on Destiny and walked over to a shelf containing rows of folded towels.
Naked, Destiny seized her opportunity; Quietly sliding off the bed, Destiny crept up behind the unsuspecting Leyla. In one seamless move, she clamped a hand around the masseuse's mouth and with the finger and thumb of her right hand, pinched the vagus nerve on the right hand side of Leyla’s neck.
The girl let out a muffled squeak, part betrayal, part arousal that turned into a low sigh as she lost consciousness, big pretty eyes rolled into the back of her skull.
Destiny guided her unconscious body onto the laminated floor with her right hand.
“Sorry, Leyla. Under normal circumstances I would have loved to enjoy more of your magic touch. But I need all of your clothes.”
She gently scooped up Leyla's limp form in a fireman's carry and carried her over to the massage bed, laying her down on her back.
Destiny then got to work. She began by unbuttoning Leyla’s shirt, exposing a front fastening solid nude coloured plunge bra enveloping her generous C-cups.
Pulling Leyla into a seated position, she slipped the woman's shirt off her slender shoulders. After laying the half naked masseuse back down, Destiny glanced at the bra.
“Sorry about this babe.” She said to the unconscious girl. “I usually don't steal another woman's underwear, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Just so you know, it's nothing personal.”
She unclipped the bra, pulling it from her shoulders and getting a good look at Leyla's slightly pointed but lush breasts, with dark pink, roundel shaped areolas.
“Very nice boobs, sweetie…” Destiny as she clipped on the stolen bra.
Moving onto the trousers, Destiny first unlaced Leyla’s plimsolls, before unzipping and whipping off the trousers leaving the masseuse wearing only a clean nude coloured low cut thong. Destiny let out a sigh of relief. “At least she didn't get too excited, not that it makes what comes next any easier…”
Ignoring her own misgivings about hygiene, Destiny blanched and quickly yanked Leyla's panties from between her legs. She admired the girl's full vulva, crowned with a thin trimmed strip of brown hair.
Destiny couldn't help but admire the slim, attractive nude body on the table. “You've taken great care of your body, Leyla. If we met under different circumstances…”
After pulling up the stolen thong, Destiny quickly dressed in Leyla's uniform, finding everything a decent fit.
Now fully clothed, she took out duct tape and ties from the bathrobe hanging on the peg behind the door. She cable tied the naked masseuse's wrists and ankles, then gagged her with tape.”
Noticing the cabinet next to the towel shelf, Destiny carried over Leyla's naked body, stashing her inside.
Rolling her shoulders, she stashed her remaining tie and tape in the pocket of her stolen uniform then swept from the massage parlour towards the bridge.
The Connecting Bridge, The Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, 11:07am
Ahead of her were two well built men flanking the doors to the premium wing, both dressed in the smart blue blazer, trousers and white shirt and black ties of the centre's security guards. Telling by the bulges beneath their jackets. Destiny could tell that they were packing heat.
The bald guard on the left regarded her with his beady blue eyes, holding out his hand showing his palm.
“Sorry, miss but we don't need another masseur. Your colleague is already attending to the ‘clients.’ So you'll have to go back to the regulars.”
Opposite him, his hispanic colleague was listening into his earpiece nodding, before turning to the bald man.
“Actually, Gary, one of the bitc-” Gary scowled at the man who rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, I mean one of the ‘entertainers’ requested a massage. In her room.”
Gary shook his head. “Remember, Enrique. The boss says we should refer to the girls as ‘entertainers.’ Especially in front of the guests.” He then glanced back at Destiny. “Looks like it's your lucky day.”
He held open the door for her. “Go through this door and down the right hand corridor. Second door on the left.”
Destiny smiled. “Thank you, gentlemen.”
She slid through the opened door and followed Gary's directions, hearing the bald guard pull the door shut behind her.
Prostitutes Quarters, Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Premium Wing Second Floor, 11:16am
Destiny entered the room and came face to face with a pretty slim, young blonde woman dressed in a revealing parody nurses outfit; That consisted of a PVC white cropped top with red trim and cross on the left shoulder, matching short skirt, white fishnet tights and red high heels. A cute little nurses hat complimented the outfit.
“Are you Masseuse? Good, I need massage now before client comes.” The girl said in very broken English. Her squared features, high cheekbones, long silky strawberry blonde hair and green eyes helped narrow her down to eastern europe. And her smooth supple skin pegged her age in her early twenties.
Destiny gently approached the girl. “I'm not here to give you a massage, and I'm not a masseuse either.”
The girl's brow furrowed. “You not masseuse? But you're wearing uniform? I don't understand.”
“My name Destiny. I'm a special agent of the FBI, and I'm working undercover here, investigating the smuggling rings. Can I ask you a few questions about what's going on here?”
The girl sighed, sitting down on her bed. “FBI? That's American police, yes? If I talk to you then I disappear like so many girls.” Destiny saw that she was visibly afraid. She placed herself on the bed next to her.
“I have the resources to protect you, to give you a new life if you cooperate with me now.” She gently took the girl's hand in hers. “What's your name, honey?”
The blonde blinked in surprise, it wasn't often that her clients cared enough to ask.
“I-Ioana Popescu. I'm from Bucharest.”
Destiny squeezed her hand gently. “You are a long way from home, Ioana. How did you come to the US?”
Ioana made a humourless chuckle.”In dark, cramped shipping crate, like so many girls. Not how I wanted to enter America, exactly.”
She looked faraway, tears in her eyes. Then took a deep breath.
“All girls are either from eastern Europe, like Romania. Or from poorer eastern countries. Their beauty desired much.”
Impulsively, Destiny wiped away Ioana’s tears. “How do these monsters smuggle you to the US, hun?”
The blonde slowly shook her head. “With false promise of ‘respectable’ job like maid, secretary, and new life in America…” Ioana spun her head around, “But they lie!” she spat, voice full of bitter rage, “They herd us like cattle into crate and once we arrive in USA, they make us prisoner of the rings.”
Destiny could feel her own tears, ones of anger welling up, stinging her eyes. “And you can't leave?”
Ioana sighed, raising her arms in frustration. “We could leave if we wished it, but have no phone, no documents, and no money. The…the…What do you call him in your language? Boss? Pimp? He's taken all of that. So we have no choice but to stay.”
Destiny felt equal parts horror and anger; Horror that women were being treated like toys in 21st Century America. Anger that this had been allowed to continue. She felt her resolve strengthen. Not on my watch, this ends now. Destiny wiped away her tears with her wrist.
She caressed Ioana's cheek. “You have my word, sweetie, that I will bring this smuggling crashing down. They won't hurt you or any girl ever again.”
Ioana took Destiny’s hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, FBI.”
Gently, and reluctantly, taking back her hand Destiny sighed.
“Now, I'm really sorry for what I'm going to ask you to do next. Ioana, I'm going to need your outfit.”
Ioana looked at her quizzically. “M-my clothes? Why do you need them? I don't understand.”
Destiny put her hand on her chest. “I'm going to bring down this ring, Ioana, but to infiltrate I'll need your outfit. Do you understand now, sweetie?”
Ioana nodded in realisation. “But if you just leave me conscious then they'll suspect that I helped you, yes?”
Destiny took the girl's hand. “That's why I'm going to knock you out, steal your clothes and tie you up. You'll be seen as another victim That way nothing will lead back to you.”
The blonde chuckled with real humour. “Just don't make it hurt so much. I've had enough pain.”
Destiny smiled. “I'll be doing what's called a vagus nerve pinch. Don't worry it's not that invasive.”
Ioana let out a wry smile, flicking her long silky hair to bare her neck. “Will it hurt?”
The older woman reached up with her thumb and forefinger to the side of the blonde's neck. “Actually not all that much, no. You might even enjoy it, Ioana.”
With that she pinched. Ioana let out an aroused moan of pleasure before slumping forward unconscious onto Destiny's bosom.
Despite having the girl's permission, Destiny still felt terrible for what she had to do to poor Ioana.
“Rest well, sweet girl. This time tomorrow, you and all the girls will be free." She said laying the blonde onto her bed. Destiny then stripped completely naked.
She quickly undressed the sleeping girl, even taking her white scanty low rise thong which was part of her outfit. Destiny couldn't help but admire Ioana’s attractive naked body, her young and buoyant B-cups with puffy pink areolas, clean shaven womanhood and pert plum shaped ass on full display.
“You've got a beautiful body, Ioana.” Destiny breathed as she squeezed into Ioana's outfit, panties and heels, finding them a tight fit.
When she was finished, Destiny bound the girl's wrists and ankles making sure to keep the binds loose before gagging her with a strip of duct tape.
She tucked the naked girl under her bed and sat herself on the bed, ready for her client.
As the door opened, she got one hell of a surprise.
The Plaza Hotel, 768 5th Avenue, New York City, Tuesday 24th April 2026 14:00pm
Let's get it started in here… by the Black Eyed Peas rang through Destiny's ears, as she surveyed the exterior of the imposing but grand façade of the Plaza Hotel. She knew next to nothing about fashion and hadn't even heard of Henri De Boussé before he had Athena hired to run a security audit.
According to her Athena brief, De Boussé had started out as an intern working for Coco Chanel in Paris before getting his big break, and was reputed to be jealous about his work. He had organised both this fashion show and an exhibition of his career at The Plaza Hotel, which was a ticketed event for the elite of New York high society. Destiny's objective was simple; infiltrate the Hotel and find a way to his penthouse suite where he kept his most treasured possession, his first dress design valued at a princely $15 million.
Judging by the level of security outside the building, it was a task easier said than done. But that never stopped her. Destiny scanned the building, looking for a gap in the perimeter. I can't simply go through the front door, the hotel has been closed to the general public. I know that the catwalk has been set up in the ballroom, and I need to go through that to reach the penthouse exhibit. I'll have to get creative and steal a few disguises…
She then looked to the right of the main entrance, to the entrance of the underground parking. There were plenty of deliveries being made and the security was checking each and every van and the IDs of every driver, but Destiny's practiced eye this spelled opportunity. They are too focused on their task that they've left their rear security vulnerable. That's my way in…
Taking out her earphones and pulling up her hood, Destiny rolled her shoulders and crossed the street. Crouching low, she used the cover of the vehicles to sneak around the back of the uniformed security and down into the underground parking.
The Plaza Hotel, Underground Parking, 14:15pm
She proceeded through the dimly lit parking, using the shadows to conceal her body until she reached the hotel's loading dock. From all the trucks and crates around, it looked as if it was being used by caterers.
Hearing footsteps and harried mutterings ahead and above her, Destiny quietly climbed onto the bay and crouched behind a crate. She peered over the top to get a glimpse of their owner.
It was a young waitress, searching crates of wine and muttering. “French people and their wine…completely unreasonable.” She was an attractive girl; with pale, delicate rounded features, slender cheekbones, green intelligent eyes, and curly raven coloured hair tied into an elegant chignon. Destiny put her age at 23 years old. She was wearing her Plaza Hotel uniform that consisted of a white blouse, gold clip on tie, over which was worn a black waistcoat. Around her waist was a black knee high skirt and a white apron tied over it with PH embroidered in the corner with gold thread. A pair of black pumps completed the ensemble.
Destiny smiled. Her uniform should get me into the hotel. She's just my size and all alone, I can easily take her out as she's too distracted looking for wine.
She stalked towards the unsuspecting waitress, who had opened a crate and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Bingo,” The girl grinned, “Chateau Malmedy, 2010.”
Standing right behind the waitress, Destiny struck with the speed of a python. She coiled her right arm around the waitresses neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain and pushed forward on the back of her head, applying pressure.
The waitress let out a choked gasp, slumping unconscious into Destiny's body. The bottle fell out of the girl's limp fingers, but Destiny caught it deftly before it could shatter onto the concrete.
Grinning, she set the bottle onto the crate and lowered the waitress's limp body onto the ground.
“I'm really sorry about that…Megan, ” Destiny said, reading the girl's nametag, “But I need your uniform more than you do right now, babe.”
After stripping off her clothes, Destiny began to undress Megan. She started by unlacing the white apron from around her waist and removing her black pumps and pink ankle socks.
She then unclipped the gold tie before unbuttoning the waistcoat, slipping the garment off Megan's shoulders, before moving onto her blouse, revealing well rounded B-cup breasts enveloped in a pink lace balconette bra adorned with little white ribbons on the straps.
“How very cute and girly, but I like it.” Destiny said appreciatively, unfastening and pulling down the waitresses trousers from around her waist.
“And you're wearing matching panties? For me? You shouldn't have Megan.” She grinned as she admired the matching pink lace low cut thong, with a little white ribbon on the waistband above the gusset.
Destiny quickly got dressed in Megan's uniform, finding it a decent fit considering that the waitress was slightly shorter than she. When she was finished, Destiny cable tied Megan's wrists and ankles then taped her mouth shut.
Scooping the unconscious, bound, and scantily clad girl into a Fireman's carry, Destiny hauled her over to an open empty wine crate. “Sweet dreams, Megan. You sure look like you needed a break.” She smirked, stashing the waitress inside along with her backpack, covering her body with her discarded clothes.
Once she had sealed the crate shut, Destiny secreted her cable ties and duct tape into her stolen apron before taking up the wine bottle and proceeding inside the hotel.
The Plaza Hotel Kitchens, Basement Floor 1, 14:20pm.
Her stolen uniform gave her access to the kitchens, which was a hive of activity; waiters and waitresses going to and fro with orders, the head chief barking orders to his subordinates.
Ahead of her, near the bakery ovens, a small man with mousy brown hair and short moustache , dressed in a hotel uniform snapped his fingers in her direction. A Maitre if Destiny had to guess. Maintaining her cover she approached him.
The Maitre’s grey eyes lit up when he saw the wine bottle in Destiny's hand.
“Ah, the Chateau Malmedy, you've found it! Well done! And to think I sent three out to find it and they all came back empty handed, including that fool girl Megan. Here I'll just take that…” He took the wine from her hand, setting it on the counter. “...don't worry, I'll get a waiter to take that to Mr De Boussé. I have another job for you.”
He walked her over to a tray with little tiny cakes with pink icing and dusted with icing sugar. Looking at them made Destiny's stomach grumble with longing.
“Take these complimentary cakes to the models in their changing rooms behind the catwalk in the ballroom.” The man said, gesturing to the tray.”
Destiny nodded, taking up the tray. “Of course, Maitre.” She turned to leave.
“Hold a moment?” The man's voice stopped her in her tracks. “I have something you must know.”
She turned back to him. “Yes, Maitre?”
The man tucked his hands behind his back. “Our wait staff aren't allowed in the ballroom, only the models are. Something our French guest said about ‘Traipsing crumbs along his catwalk’ being unacceptable tsk,” his clicked the roof of his mouth in displeasure before continuing.
“So you'll have to use the kitchen elevator which should take you straight to the adjacent changing rooms. Understood?”
Destiny nodded. “Yes, Maitre. Take the kitchen elevator up one floor to the changing rooms.” She replied, parroting his instructions.
Dismissing her with a smile and a nod, the Maitre turned away and clicked his fingers to a passing waiter.
Taking her leave, Destiny weaved her way out of the kitchens and followed the directions to the kitchen elevator.
Ignoring temptation and her grumbling stomach, Destiny peeled her eyes reluctantly from the cakes and boarded the elevator. Pressing the ground floor button, she rolled her shoulders as the lift began its ascent. I'll need to steal a dress from one of the models, that will be my ticket past the catwalk and to the upper floors
The Plaza Hotel, Ground Floor, Changing Rooms, 14:28pm
Balancing the tray on her right hand, Destiny weaved through the models leaving their dressing rooms for the upcoming rehearsal. Some exchanged smiles with her, and helped themselves to the tiny pink cakes, much to Destiny's chagrin.
By the time she had reached the final dressing room, Destiny only had three little cakes. I hope I can have at least one, they look so tasty… She sighed, knocking on the door.
“Come on.” Replied a female voice from behind the door.
Destiny entered finding two young women; The first was a brunette stylist making the finishing touches to the second, a stunningly beautiful blonde woman wearing a sumptuous red strapped dress, matching red high heels and gold necklace and earrings. Behind her, on a ceramic bust lay a red floppy hat. She carefully sized the blonde up That dress is just my size and a lovely colour. I just need to get her alone.
“Alright, I'm done here Mademoiselle Gabrielle,” the brunette said, putting the finishing touches on Gabrielle's eye liner, “You're all set to go whenever you're ready.”
The model nodded. “Oui, merci beaucoup Samantha.” She replied in a melodious french accent. The girl was attractive; with slightly tanned heart shaped features, high cheekbones, bright hazel eyes, and ash blonde hair tied up in a stick bun twist at the base of her neck.
On her way out, Samantha eyed up the three remaining cakes. “They look cute. May I?”
Destiny smiled. “Yes, ma'am. Compliments of The Plaza Hotel.”
Samantha popped one into her mouth, “Mmmm, Thanks.” She said through a mouthful of cake before leaving her alone with Gabrielle.
She shifted the tray to her left hand, freeing up her right hand.
“Would you like a complimentary cake, ma'am?” She asked Gabrielle holding out the tray temptingly to the blonde.
Rising from her chair, the blonde cocked her head, common sense warring with desire. After a few moments, Gabrielle shrugged.
“What the hell? It's not like I'm going to get fat by eating one tiny cake.”
She reached for the tray, her eyes fixated on the cakes. That's when Destiny sprung her trap.
Raising her right arm like a sword, Destiny brought her hand down onto the side of Gabrielle's neck, striking her with a backhanded chop to the right-hand side nerve bundle.
The model let out a surprised grunt of pain before collapsing onto her side in an undignified unconscious heap.
“Sorry, Gabrielle but no cake for you,” she set down the tray with the little pink and popped one in her mouth, “ Mmmhm. This cake is just so scrumpy!” Destiny swallowed it and finished off the last one before turning her attention to Gabrielle.
She wiped her hands together and crouched next to the unconscious blonde. “Alright babe, let's get you out of that dress.”
Once she had stripped out of Megan's uniform, Destiny rolled Gabrielle onto her back and removed her jewellery, putting it on herself before slipping off her heels.
After loosening the models hair sticks, Destiny copied her hairstyle, then rolling the blonde onto her side, she unzipped the dress, and peeled it from her limp body.
“Well, well it looks like they are real. What a nice surprise…” She said appreciatively, admiring Gabrielle's well rounded exposed C-cup breasts with rose petal pink areolas, “...and you've taken good care of your body.” Her eyes danced across Gabrielle's half naked body, taking note of the red silk g-string barely covering her modesty.
Tearing her eyes from Gabrielle's half naked body, Destiny secured the woman's wrists and ankles with cable ties and taped up her mouth. Taking the blonde under her shoulders, Destiny stashed Gabrielle in a cabinet along with her backpack, and Megan's discarded uniform.
“Thanks for the dress.” She quipped, closing the door and quickly putting on the model's dress, heels and hat.
Destiny smiled at her reflection. “Red’s definitely my colour…
Chuckling, she swept out of the changing room and out into the ballroom.
Her new disguise allowed her to move past the catwalk where the rehearsals were in full swing. With all the attention on the models, nobody noticed Destiny weaving her way through the ballroom towards the rear elevator banks.
She entered the elevator, pressing the button to the second floor. As the lift ascended, Destiny contemplated her next move. Once I'm on the second floor, I'll head to the express elevator and that will take me all the way to the penthouse floor.
The Plaza Hotel, Second Floor, 14:36pm
Once she had left the elevator, Destiny used her photographic memory to navigate the art deco interior towards the express elevator.
Rounding the next corner, she saw a pretty auburn haired young woman briskly walking towards her looking over her shoulder. Destiny was instantly drawn to the red head, who flashed her a cheeky smile as their eyes met.
Destiny's curiosity was piqued. “You look like you don't belong here. Who are you?”
The woman grinned mischievously, highlightIng her lightly freckled diamond shaped features which Destiny found charming. Her intelligent ice blue eyes scanning over Destiny's chest and hips. The red head was wearing a black leather biker jacket, matching riding boots and tight belted blue jeans. Underneath was a red low cut tank top.
“And you look quite striking, even without makeup,” her eyes once again checked her out, “If I had to guess you're one of De Boussé's models…” moving a strand of her long auburn hair out of her face, the young woman held out her hand. “Chase Goodwin, fashion and culture correspondent CNN.”
Destiny took Chase's hand gently but firmly.
“You can call me Destiny, Miss Goodwin.” She noted that Chase had held her hand longer than necessary, gently brushing her skin with her thumb. The sensation sent warm tingling through Destiny, and she returned the gesture.
“Destiny? That's a pretty name for a beautiful woman.” She flirted, finally retrieving her hand.
Her forwardness caught Destiny by surprise but she recovered. “Don't sell yourself short, babe. You're not exactly a slouch either.”
Chase giggled, a soft melodious sound completely at odds with her appearance. “As much as I enjoy flirting, sweetie, I would like you to answer a few questions? If that's alright with you.”
Destiny nodded, wondering just how long this was going to take. “Shoot.”
Chase took out a notepad and pen. “Sweet. Okay, first question. Is this De Boussé's latest line? It looks good on you by the way.”
Destiny blushed bright red, but before she could find a convincing lie she heard footsteps from behind Chase.
The redhead had heard them too. “Oh shit, I thought I lost her,” Chase groaned, secreting her notepad and pen, “Well, it looks like we're about to have company. I've gotta go before that curator shows up with security,” she gently brushed past Destiny and began to jog down the corridor.
She then turned back. “It was nice to meet you, pretty. See you around.” She smiled before disappearing round the corner. Destiny couldn't help but laugh at the encounter, catching sight of Chase's well formed ass through her jeans.
Destiny turned around to see an out of breath African American woman in her early thirties stop in front of her. “T-that god damn reporter, that's twice I’ve caught her snooping around, and twice she's given me the slip.” She looked at her quizzically. “Why are you not on stage,” brow furrowing as she eyed Destiny suspiciously. “Wait? Who the hell are you?”
Destiny regarded the woman. She bore a striking resemblance to her, the same eye colour, shoulder length black hair and facial structure, but a slightly different dimpled chin.
Destiny stood up straight, using her disguise. “I'm Destiny. And you are?”
The woman shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. Destiny noticed they were close to the same body size. She was wearing a peach coloured pantsuit with black heels and matching low cut tank top.
“I’m Tiffany Washington, show curator. You are not one of my models,” Tiffany peered under Destiny's stolen hat, “You're not even wearing make-up. I personally handpicked all of the models and I don't remember you. So before I get security, I will ask you again. Who the hell are you?”
Destiny shrugged. “That's none of your concern!” She snarled swiftly punching Tiffany in her stomach, knocking the wind out of the woman and making her double up in pain. Destiny then followed through with a neck chop to the back of the curators neck.
Tiffany let out a squeak of pain, collapsing onto the carpeted floor unconscious into her belly. Noticing the broom cupboard behind her, Destiny quickly took the woman's ankles and dragged her inside.
Broom Cupboard, 2nd Floor, 14:46pm
Destiny patted Tiffany down, finding a key card to the penthouse suite. “Bingo. This should come in handy.”
She then looked down at the unconscious woman, cocking her head. “You know we do look alike a little and you are my size after all. Between the key card and your outfit I can easily pass security…” Destiny smiled, caressing the lapel of Tiffany's jacket.
After quickly stripping off the expensive red dress and hat, Destiny rubbed her hands together. She first slipped off the woman's heels and black low cut no show socks, then unfastened the suit jacket pulling off Tiffany's body one arm at a time.
Unzipping the trousers, Destiny peeled them off Tiffany's hips and down her long ebony legs revealing a pair of black lace shorts between her legs. She then slid the curators up over her head, revealing a well rounded pair of C-cup breasts shielded by a matching black lace demi bra.
“Well, well. Very racy underwear, Tiffany. You got a hot date lined up for later?” Destiny quipped rhetorically as she got dressed in the woman's clothes.
When she was finished, Destiny taped up Tiffany's wrists and ankles before gagging her. Then she took the scantily clad Tiffany under her arms and dragged her deeper into the cupboard, propping her body up against a shelf of bleach.
Sliding the keycard into her stolen jacket pocket, Destiny swept from the broom cupboard towards the express elevator.
The Express Elevator, The Plaza Hotel, 14:42pm
She found it to be guarded by two tall lean suited men, one a blonde caucasian, the other a broad shouldered african-american man. They both had earwigs and Destiny's well trained eye could tell that they were packing heat. Definitely private security.
The two were chatting about a baseball game between the Yankees and the Mets, but were quickly silenced by Destiny's appearance. She used her disguise to the fullest.
“Alright, you can both take a break. I’m going up to see Mr De Boussé.”
The white man's brow furrowed. “Er, ma'am. Didn't you tell us earlier to guard this elevator? Particularly from that nosy reporter from CNN.” Next to him, his black colleague nodded.
Unfazed Destiny doubled down. “Well, I just had a run in with that nosy bitch near the ground floor elevators. While you two useless idiots were standing around here like scarecrows!” She yelled, making the men glance at each other nervously shrinking under her words.
“So why don't you both make yourselves useful and eject her from the building?! Or the next thing you'll find yourselves guarding is a kindergarten!”
The two men went bright red and frantically nodded. “Y-Yes, ma’am, right away.” the african american said as the two brushed past her, disappearing down the hall behind her.
Chuckling, Destiny boarded the elevator and pressed the “PH” button watching the two men recede into the distance.
The Plaza Hotel, Penthouse Floor, 14:42pm
Emerging from the express elevator, Destiny found the floor devoid of security and all she had to do was to simply walk up to the double oak doors of the penthouse. After inserting the keycard and seeing the light beep from red to green, she headed inside.
Only to be confronted by Pierre De Boussé, and her boss, Preston Sweetwater. Both sitting on a couch in the centre of the room. Behind them, through the windows Central Park stretched into the distance.
De Boussé smiled widely and clapped. “Bravo, cherie! Bravo!” He then turned to Sweetwater. “You were not overstating Mademoiselle Harrelson's skills, Monsieur.”
He was younger than Destiny expected; A short young dark haired frenchman dressed flamboyantly in a red silk shirt, black cravat, matching waistcoat, trousers and loafers. Perched on his head was a black french beret.
Preston smiled. “Destiny is one of the foremost security consultants in the business, dare I say the world, Monsieur.”
De Boussé clapped his hands together. “That I don't doubt. Now Mademoiselle, please tell me? How did you find my security?”
Taking the couch opposite, Destiny crosses her legs.
“Well, the place is secure enough but there is room for improvements.” She held up three fingers, and lowered one. “First things first; Your curator, Tiffany, deserves a raise. She was able to see through my disguise and could tell that I wasn't one of your models, monsieur.”
De Boussé smiled. “Oui, I completely agree. I think a raise for Tiffany should offset the trauma she experienced when you stole that ghastly suit off her back, and doing her a favour in the process, non?”
Destiny couldn't help but chuckle, she lowered a second finger. “Second; You should double the guards on the underground garage entrance. It was way too easy for me to neutralise a waitress and take her uniform. If I could do it then it’d be child's play for any decent thief.”
De Boussé lit a small cheroot, gesturing at her to continue.
“And last but by no means least; Your security at the express elevator should have challenged me when I was impersonating your curator. But then again, they did believe that I was Tiffany and were not appropriately trained to spot an infiltrator.”
Preston nodded. “Destiny is correct, Monsieur. But all is not lost. I can promise a fast training seminar for your security personnel to bring them up to speed. However, this will be expensive and set you back around $2,500.”
De Boussé took a drag from his cheroot and massaged his chin, deep in thought.
Sweetwater pressed his advantage. “If you'd rather, Monsieur? I could make a quick phone call to our base upstate and Athena can handle all your security needs? However, that will cost you a whole lot more.”
Destiny loved watching Preston work. He may have been a jarhead once upon a time, but he was a shrewd businessman when he needed to be.
De Boussé took a drag from his cheroot before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “I will not take chances with my life's work, mes ami and my security has been found wanting. Make the call, Monsieur, I'm willing to pay the Earth for my peace of mind.”
Smiling, Preston rose from his chair, walked to the massive window and took out his smartphone.
De Boussé turned back to Destiny. “Has for you, cherie, you and Athena have my gratitude. For that you must be rewarded.”
Destiny leaned forward. “Monsieur, thank you but I can't possibly accept. I was just doing my job.”
The Frenchman shook his finger. “Non, you are too modest. How about one of my dresses from my summer collection? So you don't have to rob one of my models to get your hands on one of my fabulous dresses, Cherie.”
He let out a bark of laughter, and Destiny herself couldn't resist laughing at the irony.
“In that case, Monsieur De Boussé, do you have anything in purple?”
The designer smiled mischievously and rose to his feet. “Step into my office.” He said with an air of theatre, gesturing to the room behind him.
Outside the Plaza Hotel, 14:55pm
Clutching a box tied with a purple silk ribbon under her arm, Destiny unlocked her car.
Glancing over the driver side door and across the road, she noticed the two security guards from earlier manhandling a struggling Chase towards her parked Ducati bike.
“Hey easy! Hands off the merchandise damn it!” Snarled the red head. “Have you gorillas never heard of freedom of the press?!”
The two pushed her over to the bike, the white guard gestured with a pointed finger. “Get lost, snoopy! Or else we'll call the police and you can talk their ears off about press freedom!”
The two turned back into the hotel as Chase answered them with a raised middle finger, before hopping onto her bike and putting on her black helmet. With a twist of her throttle, the pretty redhead disappeared down East 59 Street with a high pitched whine.
Smiling, Destiny put the box containing her new dress onto the passenger and slid into the driver's seat.
Pulling out onto 5th Avenue, Destiny's mind wandered to Chase. She's a looker and can take care of herself. When we touched I definitely felt a connection. I hope we meet again and get to know each other better. Perhaps it's time to open my heart again…
Sighing wistfully she joined the afternoon traffic to Harlem.
Apartment 232, Waterstone Heights Apartment Block, East 118th Street, East Harlem, NYC, 19:30pm
With a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a TV remote in the other, Destiny lounged on her sofa flicking through movies on her Netflix, her mind still on Chase.
Suddenly, the sound of her smartphone ringing on the coffee table drew her attention. Picking it up, Destiny smiled when she saw the caller's name.
She put the phone to her ear and connected the call.
“Jimmy! How's everything going?”
“Everything's going well, Desi, thanks again for your work with blackmailing Don Lombardo.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Jimmy,” She took a gulp of her coffee, “How is working out with our mutual friend? Did he spill anything good?”
“That's why I called you Desi. He's given me something big, and given your work with Lombardo, I'd thought you'll want to do me another favour and make the world an even better place.”
Destiny lent forward, her interest piqued. “I'm all ears, talk to me Jimmy.”
“There's this prostitution and human trafficking ring the NYPD have been after for a long, long time. And thanks to our friend the Don we now know the where, but we've hit a snag.”
Destiny took another gulp of coffee. “What seems to be the rub?”
Jimmy sighed. “Two rubs; One, we can't exactly go and investigate because of bureaucratic bullshit. And secondly; I can't go to the DA, telling him that I got the intel from a mafia Don that I’m blackmailing. It's not exactly standard police procedure after all.”
Destiny smiled. “But you want me to ‘look into it’ and perhaps even stop it completely, right?” She asked dryly..
Jimmy laughed. “Am I that transparent? Seriously though, you'll be doing me a favour and saving the lives of innocent girls in the process. What do you say, Desi? Are you in?”
Destiny nodded. “I’m in. I won't let those innocents suffer being pawed at by the worst New York has to offer. Do you have the location?” She fetched a pen and paper from the table.
“Thanks Desi. Yeah, It's the Silver Lake Park Spa Resort on Staten Island off Victory Boulevard. The mob uses it as a front for the ring, used to be an old sanitorium until the New York families brought it out and renovated it into a spa and wellness centre.”
Destiny scribbled the name down then leaned back grinning. “Well, it looks like I'm going for a spa day tomorrow.”
Jimmy chuckled humourlessly. “Just watch your back, girl and don't get caught. Good luck.”
Wishing her best friend farewell, Destiny hung up and took up the remote. She pressed play on Mission Impossible, amused by the irony that tomorrow she’ll be embarking on her very own mission impossible.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, Victory Boulevard, Staten Island, Wednesday 24th April 2026, 10:17am
The trip over the harbour on the Staten Island ferry was uneventful, but Destiny still paid her respects to Lady Liberty as she passed asking for her blessing on her mission of mercy.
She had spent the night before looking up the Spa resort online; The old sanitorium was a large three story building, brought recently and renovated by some investment fund, no doubt mob money. It was a large 19th century manor with two wings, one for its regular guests and the other for “premium” package VIPs. The privacy of these guests was protected by a high stone wall, a modern security system and armed guards patrolling the entrance.
But such measures had never stopped her before.
Before reaching the park, Destiny stopped at a hardware store in Tompkinsville to buy climbing rope to scale the wall and to top up her duct tape and cable ties.
After a short drive to Victory Boulevard, Destiny left her car across the street, shucked on her backpack and crossed the street.
She avoided the bustling main entrance, and hugged the stone wall timing her movements to exploit the CCTV's blindspots. Destiny then came to a section of wall not covered by cameras.
Taking out the rope, she uncoiled it and flung it over the wall, pulling on it to make sure it could take her weight. Destiny then took off her bag and tossed it over.
Spitting on her hands, she took the rope and scaled the wall effortlessly thanks to her army training.
Once over the wall, Destiny slid down the rope and turned to see the wellness spa in the distance. Beyond it the morning sun glittered off the water of the Silver Lake.
She gathered up her bag and coiled the rope back into it. Throwing it over her shoulder, Destiny noticed distant figures tending the spa's vast gardens. Rolling her shoulders, she stalked forwards into the resort grounds.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Gardens, 10:25am
Hunkering down in the bushes, Destiny saw a group of four gardeners all dressed in the uniforms of spa groundspeople; green denim dungarees with “Silver Lake Spa Resort” stitched on the front, matching baseball cap and gardening gloves, white short sleeve t-shirts, and brown laced work boots.
Three of the gardeners were men but one was a woman. She was a small, short petite girl of around twenty; With cute tanned rounded features, high cheekbones and slightly slanted, bright hazel eyes. Her long silky dark brown hair was looped through her cap in a long ponytail.
Destiny scanned the cutie who had to have one of the men translate her supervisors instructions. She looks Filipino and isn't exactly my size but beggars can't be choosers, pretty little thing though. First things first, I'll get closer and wait for them to separate…
With the gardeners still distracted by their briefing, Destiny crept into a large bush that was in dire need of trimming and remained concealed from the four gardeners.
After five minutes, the gardeners had finished their briefing and were spreading out to cover the spa resorts sprawling gardens. Luckily for Destiny, the girl was heading for her bush clutching a pair of small pruning shears.
She inched closer to the unsuspecting Filipino who had begun to prune the bush. The girl gasped in shock as she came face to face with Destiny who flashed her a wry smile.
“Sorry for what comes next, honey, it's nothing personal.”
With that she took the young girl by the scruff of her shirt, and yanked her into the bush with a surprised squeak. Destiny then followed through with a quick jab to the girl's right temple.
The girl convulsed one before slumping unconscious onto the grass with a low pained grunt.
Destiny peered over the bush, relieved to see that the girl's sudden disappearance hadn't been registered by her colleagues.
She looked down at the unconscious girl, “Right let's get out of that uniform, sweetie.” She said, pulling off the gardener's baseball cap and jamming it on her head.
Destiny quickly stripped the sleeping Filipino, first unlacing her boots and finding to her surprise that they were two sizes too big for her. “Huh, at least the boots are close to my size…”
Next she peeled off the dungarees from the girl's shoulders and down her slim form, exposing a pair of white with lace trim panties guarding her modesty. Destiny then pulled the white short sleeve shirt over the Filipino's head, revealing a matching white lace trim camisole, the nipples of her small but buoyant A-cup breasts peeking through the fabric.
As she pulled on the stolen uniform, Destiny's found that her worst fears were confirmed; The shirt was too tight around her bigger boobs and reached only to above her navel. While the dungarees showed off her ankles, which thankfully could be covered by the boots.
Destiny sighed. “The one girl I mug turns out to be shorter than my ex. Well, improvise, adapt and overcome…”
Turning her attention to the unconscious scantily clad girl at her feet, Destiny took out the rope from her bag and bound the Filipino's wrists and ankles, linking the two together with knots and a length of rope, curling her body into a foetal position. After loosening the girl's scrunchie, Destiny balled it into her mouth and taped over it.
“Sweet dreams, cutie.” She quipped, patting the girl's baby butt smooth cheek before shucking on the backpack and emerging from the bushes.
Destiny picked up the fallen shears and walked closer to the waiting resort, keeping her distance from the other gardeners.
The Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Exterior, 10:32am
Approaching the ‘premium’ wing in her stolen gardener's outfit, Destiny's heart sank as she realised that getting inside is easier said than done. Every door was guarded by private security, burly men who had the professional air of ex soldiers or moonlighting cops. Then more security cameras then on the entire perimeter wall, covering every angle. And to top it off; An alarm system to dissuade anyone amateur enough to break any windows.
However, Destiny turned her attention to the ‘regular’ wing, which was connected to the premium wing by a modern overhead bridge. [/i] Security seems laxer here, not as many guards or cameras and no alarms either. The connecting bridge means anyone who works in the regular wing is probably allowed on the other side, and vice versa.
Getting closer, she noticed that someone who must have been in a hurry had conveniently left an exterior door open. “Well, how considerate…” She smiled, sliding through the door and closing it behind her.
Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, Regular Wing, 10:40am
Destiny emerged into a well appointed hallway with a laminated wooden floor and period walls covered by the odd landscape meant to inspire calm.
Suddenly from her left, she could hear footsteps and laughing female voices. Reacting quickly, she ducked into the broom cupboard in front of her keeping the door slightly ajar.
It was three young women, a blonde, brunette and a cute redhead wearing only white spa bathrobes and fuzzy slippers. The redhead was a cute bespectacled woman with freckled diamond shaped features, high cheekbones and blue eyes framed by her square frames. Her hair was a lighter shade of auburn and cut into a messy tomboyish pixie cut.
Destiny smiled when she saw the redhead. She's just my size and getting around dressed as a guest will raise fewer eyebrows. I just need to grab her without her friends noticing…
“...Come on guys. I don't want to get a facial. I want a massage.” Moaned the redhead, who trailed just behind her friends.
The blonde grinned. “Oh Lori, the mud pack facial will do wonders for your complexion. No massage can do that.”
The brunette rolled her eyes. “She only wants a massage so she can feel a pair of soft hands caressing her body.” She teased, winking at the blonde.
As the group reached the broom cupboard door, Lori tripped on the corner of the carpet and lost a slipper. She crouched to retrieve it just outside the door, separating herself from her friends who continued up the corridor.
Needing no invitation, Destiny slowly left the broom cupboard and placed herself behind the unsuspecting redhead.
Lori sighed as she slid her foot back into the slipper. She looked up to see her friends, Emma and Cindy walking away.
“Hey guys w-mmmph?” Destiny clamped her hand around Lori’s mouth and pulled her inside the broom cupboard without a sound.
Further down the corridor, the blonde Emma turned to Cindy. “Did you hear something?”
The two glanced back down the corridor. “Huh?” Cindy shrugged. “I guess Lori went to get that massage after all.”
The two young women laughed as they made their way to their facials.
The Broom Cupboard, 10:46am
Destiny coiled her arm around the struggling Lori's neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain by pressing her head slightly forward. The woman's spectacles fell to the floor. “Shh, don't struggle Lori. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to.”
“Mmmph-uhh…” The red head slurred into Destiny's hand as she slumped unconscious, arms dangling limply by her sides and big blue eyes rolling into the back of her skull.
“There's a good girl. Now let's relieve you of your burden…” She said loosening the belt of Lori’s bathrobe, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it drop to her feet.
She then lowered Lori’s naked body to the ground onto her side, admiring the redhead's gentle curves, buoyant C-cup breasts with red rose petal areolas, pert plum shaped buttocks and small womanhood topped with a trimmed triangle of red pubic hair.
“You remind me of Chase, babe. I wonder what she looks like naked?” She quipped, stripping away all of her clothes, including her underwear, then pulled on the bathrobe and tied it off.
After slipping into Lori's slippers, Destiny secured the redhead's wrists and ankles with cable ties. But before she could tape up Lori’s mouth, the woman had begun to stir.
The girl's eyes fluttered open. “What happened to me? Where am I?” She blinked groggily,then looked at her binds then at Destiny, gasping in shock. “Who are you?’ She whimpered. “W-why am I tied up?”
Destiny reacted quickly. “Sorry, Lori. But you need to have a longer nap.” She gripped the woman's neck, placing a thumb and finger on her vagus nerves and pinched. “No please, ohh ahh…” She cried letting out an aroused moan, slumping unconscious for a second time.
“Night, night sweetie.” Destiny said, patting Lori on the cheek, taping up her mouth and taking the naked redhead by the ankles dragging her into the shadows, concealing her body in an empty locker.
She concealed some duct tape and cable ties in the pockets of her stolen robe, deciding to leave her bag with Lori and retrieve it later.
Rolling her shoulders, Destiny left the broom cupboard and looked in the direction of the regular wing.
“Let's go get that massage. I'll bet that even premium customers enjoy massages, even with ‘additional services.’ And if I'm lucky I'll steal a staff uniform.” She said quietly to herself.
Putting one foot in front of the other, Destiny followed the signs to the massage parlour.
Silver Lake Park Spa Resort, Massage Parlour, Regular Wing, 10:52am
As she approached the massage parlour she noticed two masseurs in deep conversation. Destiny ducked unseen beside the door frame, leaning in to catch their conversation.
“...I don't want to go to the premium wing,” the woman sighed in accented English, “the client there gives me the creeps.”
The man touched her arm “Don't worry, Leyla, I happen to agree with you. He ogles the women most unseemly ” He replied in a similar accent to the woman. “Tell you what, I'll go and attend to him. You can stay here and see to our regular guests.”
Leyla smiled. “Thank you, Mehmet, I owe you one.”
Hearing all she needed to hear, Destiny noticed Mehmet leave the parlour and Leyla all on her own.
Entering the parlour, she was greeted by the pretty Leyla.
“Good morning, ma'am. Would you care for a massage?” She asked in a curious, but sweet accent.
Destiny had to admit that she was a stunningly attractive girl; with smooth, slightly tanned olive covered skin, amazing grey-hazel almond shaped eyes, heart shaped features and aquiline cheekbones. Her dark brown hair was tied into an elegant, yet practical bun at the nape of her neck.
Destiny returned the smile sizing up the woman,“Yes, I could do with a massage, thank you…Leyla.” She read the nameplate on her uniform, making the girl blush slightly.
Leyla gestured to the massage bed, next to her. “Then please, strip off your robe and lay down on the bed.”
Compling, Destiny scanned Leyla’s uniform; The Masseuse was wearing a simple white short sleeve buttoned shirt, with the spa logo on the right breast, and nameplate on the opposite, matching loose fitting trousers and sensible plimsolls. The outfit hugged her slim, sexy figure. She's exactly my size, perfect. Her uniform should get me into the premium wing. I’ll need to take her underwear too, which I’m not looking forward to…
Over the course of five minutes, Destiny moaned softly in pleasure as Leyla’s soft hands worked the tension out of her neck, shoulders and lower back.
“You have magic hands, Leyla, that was wonderful. And your accent? It's very…attractive. Where are you from, dear?”
Leyla blushed as she rubbed the dimples above Destiny's buttocks. “Um…Thanks ma’am, that's very kind of you to say. I’m Turkish, from Istanbul.”
Destiny smiled. “That's no surprise, Leyla, the best masseurs are Turkish. Particularly the women.”
The masseuse giggled. “I-I have to get more towels, please excuse me for a moment.”
She turned her back on Destiny and walked over to a shelf containing rows of folded towels.
Naked, Destiny seized her opportunity; Quietly sliding off the bed, Destiny crept up behind the unsuspecting Leyla. In one seamless move, she clamped a hand around the masseuse's mouth and with the finger and thumb of her right hand, pinched the vagus nerve on the right hand side of Leyla’s neck.
The girl let out a muffled squeak, part betrayal, part arousal that turned into a low sigh as she lost consciousness, big pretty eyes rolled into the back of her skull.
Destiny guided her unconscious body onto the laminated floor with her right hand.
“Sorry, Leyla. Under normal circumstances I would have loved to enjoy more of your magic touch. But I need all of your clothes.”
She gently scooped up Leyla's limp form in a fireman's carry and carried her over to the massage bed, laying her down on her back.
Destiny then got to work. She began by unbuttoning Leyla’s shirt, exposing a front fastening solid nude coloured plunge bra enveloping her generous C-cups.
Pulling Leyla into a seated position, she slipped the woman's shirt off her slender shoulders. After laying the half naked masseuse back down, Destiny glanced at the bra.
“Sorry about this babe.” She said to the unconscious girl. “I usually don't steal another woman's underwear, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Just so you know, it's nothing personal.”
She unclipped the bra, pulling it from her shoulders and getting a good look at Leyla's slightly pointed but lush breasts, with dark pink, roundel shaped areolas.
“Very nice boobs, sweetie…” Destiny as she clipped on the stolen bra.
Moving onto the trousers, Destiny first unlaced Leyla’s plimsolls, before unzipping and whipping off the trousers leaving the masseuse wearing only a clean nude coloured low cut thong. Destiny let out a sigh of relief. “At least she didn't get too excited, not that it makes what comes next any easier…”
Ignoring her own misgivings about hygiene, Destiny blanched and quickly yanked Leyla's panties from between her legs. She admired the girl's full vulva, crowned with a thin trimmed strip of brown hair.
Destiny couldn't help but admire the slim, attractive nude body on the table. “You've taken great care of your body, Leyla. If we met under different circumstances…”
After pulling up the stolen thong, Destiny quickly dressed in Leyla's uniform, finding everything a decent fit.
Now fully clothed, she took out duct tape and ties from the bathrobe hanging on the peg behind the door. She cable tied the naked masseuse's wrists and ankles, then gagged her with tape.”
Noticing the cabinet next to the towel shelf, Destiny carried over Leyla's naked body, stashing her inside.
Rolling her shoulders, she stashed her remaining tie and tape in the pocket of her stolen uniform then swept from the massage parlour towards the bridge.
The Connecting Bridge, The Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre, 11:07am
Ahead of her were two well built men flanking the doors to the premium wing, both dressed in the smart blue blazer, trousers and white shirt and black ties of the centre's security guards. Telling by the bulges beneath their jackets. Destiny could tell that they were packing heat.
The bald guard on the left regarded her with his beady blue eyes, holding out his hand showing his palm.
“Sorry, miss but we don't need another masseur. Your colleague is already attending to the ‘clients.’ So you'll have to go back to the regulars.”
Opposite him, his hispanic colleague was listening into his earpiece nodding, before turning to the bald man.
“Actually, Gary, one of the bitc-” Gary scowled at the man who rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, I mean one of the ‘entertainers’ requested a massage. In her room.”
Gary shook his head. “Remember, Enrique. The boss says we should refer to the girls as ‘entertainers.’ Especially in front of the guests.” He then glanced back at Destiny. “Looks like it's your lucky day.”
He held open the door for her. “Go through this door and down the right hand corridor. Second door on the left.”
Destiny smiled. “Thank you, gentlemen.”
She slid through the opened door and followed Gary's directions, hearing the bald guard pull the door shut behind her.
Prostitutes Quarters, Silver Lake Park Spa and Wellness Centre Premium Wing Second Floor, 11:16am
Destiny entered the room and came face to face with a pretty slim, young blonde woman dressed in a revealing parody nurses outfit; That consisted of a PVC white cropped top with red trim and cross on the left shoulder, matching short skirt, white fishnet tights and red high heels. A cute little nurses hat complimented the outfit.
“Are you Masseuse? Good, I need massage now before client comes.” The girl said in very broken English. Her squared features, high cheekbones, long silky strawberry blonde hair and green eyes helped narrow her down to eastern europe. And her smooth supple skin pegged her age in her early twenties.
Destiny gently approached the girl. “I'm not here to give you a massage, and I'm not a masseuse either.”
The girl's brow furrowed. “You not masseuse? But you're wearing uniform? I don't understand.”
“My name Destiny. I'm a special agent of the FBI, and I'm working undercover here, investigating the smuggling rings. Can I ask you a few questions about what's going on here?”
The girl sighed, sitting down on her bed. “FBI? That's American police, yes? If I talk to you then I disappear like so many girls.” Destiny saw that she was visibly afraid. She placed herself on the bed next to her.
“I have the resources to protect you, to give you a new life if you cooperate with me now.” She gently took the girl's hand in hers. “What's your name, honey?”
The blonde blinked in surprise, it wasn't often that her clients cared enough to ask.
“I-Ioana Popescu. I'm from Bucharest.”
Destiny squeezed her hand gently. “You are a long way from home, Ioana. How did you come to the US?”
Ioana made a humourless chuckle.”In dark, cramped shipping crate, like so many girls. Not how I wanted to enter America, exactly.”
She looked faraway, tears in her eyes. Then took a deep breath.
“All girls are either from eastern Europe, like Romania. Or from poorer eastern countries. Their beauty desired much.”
Impulsively, Destiny wiped away Ioana’s tears. “How do these monsters smuggle you to the US, hun?”
The blonde slowly shook her head. “With false promise of ‘respectable’ job like maid, secretary, and new life in America…” Ioana spun her head around, “But they lie!” she spat, voice full of bitter rage, “They herd us like cattle into crate and once we arrive in USA, they make us prisoner of the rings.”
Destiny could feel her own tears, ones of anger welling up, stinging her eyes. “And you can't leave?”
Ioana sighed, raising her arms in frustration. “We could leave if we wished it, but have no phone, no documents, and no money. The…the…What do you call him in your language? Boss? Pimp? He's taken all of that. So we have no choice but to stay.”
Destiny felt equal parts horror and anger; Horror that women were being treated like toys in 21st Century America. Anger that this had been allowed to continue. She felt her resolve strengthen. Not on my watch, this ends now. Destiny wiped away her tears with her wrist.
She caressed Ioana's cheek. “You have my word, sweetie, that I will bring this smuggling crashing down. They won't hurt you or any girl ever again.”
Ioana took Destiny’s hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, FBI.”
Gently, and reluctantly, taking back her hand Destiny sighed.
“Now, I'm really sorry for what I'm going to ask you to do next. Ioana, I'm going to need your outfit.”
Ioana looked at her quizzically. “M-my clothes? Why do you need them? I don't understand.”
Destiny put her hand on her chest. “I'm going to bring down this ring, Ioana, but to infiltrate I'll need your outfit. Do you understand now, sweetie?”
Ioana nodded in realisation. “But if you just leave me conscious then they'll suspect that I helped you, yes?”
Destiny took the girl's hand. “That's why I'm going to knock you out, steal your clothes and tie you up. You'll be seen as another victim That way nothing will lead back to you.”
The blonde chuckled with real humour. “Just don't make it hurt so much. I've had enough pain.”
Destiny smiled. “I'll be doing what's called a vagus nerve pinch. Don't worry it's not that invasive.”
Ioana let out a wry smile, flicking her long silky hair to bare her neck. “Will it hurt?”
The older woman reached up with her thumb and forefinger to the side of the blonde's neck. “Actually not all that much, no. You might even enjoy it, Ioana.”
With that she pinched. Ioana let out an aroused moan of pleasure before slumping forward unconscious onto Destiny's bosom.
Despite having the girl's permission, Destiny still felt terrible for what she had to do to poor Ioana.
“Rest well, sweet girl. This time tomorrow, you and all the girls will be free." She said laying the blonde onto her bed. Destiny then stripped completely naked.
She quickly undressed the sleeping girl, even taking her white scanty low rise thong which was part of her outfit. Destiny couldn't help but admire Ioana’s attractive naked body, her young and buoyant B-cups with puffy pink areolas, clean shaven womanhood and pert plum shaped ass on full display.
“You've got a beautiful body, Ioana.” Destiny breathed as she squeezed into Ioana's outfit, panties and heels, finding them a tight fit.
When she was finished, Destiny bound the girl's wrists and ankles making sure to keep the binds loose before gagging her with a strip of duct tape.
She tucked the naked girl under her bed and sat herself on the bed, ready for her client.
As the door opened, she got one hell of a surprise.
