Story 7: No Sport
Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2020 4:24 pm
No Sport!
A quick story whose idea I got a few weeks ago. It will probably be divided into two or three parts including that one. From now, I think I'll try to stop writing long stories such as Rescue Operation and I will follow the organization of my first stories: shorter self-contained stories that share a red thread.
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Ashley adjusted her golden headband, while ignoring the sounds of the music coming from the main room. She was long since used to it.
For a year, she had been working as a dancer at the Aeolus Club, the biggest nightclub of the city of South Window. Her outfit consisted of a black short-sleeve crop top, showing her waist and navel. The crop top had golden trimmings on the bottom, the collar and the sleeves. She was also wearing black fabric wristbands, a black long dance skirt adorned with golden stylized flowers, black shoes and matching socks. And of course, the aforementioned golden headband to keep her shoulder-long blond hair in place and keep her hair away from her face, highlighting her misty gray eyes. Ashley was from the Province of Hera but, after all this time spent in Okéanis, her skin was a little tanned now, though not as tanned as someone from Naïad – thank Goodness for that.
Currently, Ashley was taking a break. Carnela was a great employer, and the wages were lavish. However, work was exhausting and the dancer thought that every cent she received was well-earned.
A hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.
What the?
Ashley was trained in martial arts, hence why she had a slim athletic body. Therefore, her first reaction was to get free and to turn to face the person who assaulted her.
Her aggressor was a woman. She had red hair tied into long twin-tails, brown eyes, and was wearing plain casual clothes: blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. She wasn't working for the nightclub.
Ashley looked daggers at her. "You messed with the wrong woman, pal!" The blonde moved to attack.
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"Wow! She almost scared me! What with her trying to act like the heroine of a martial arts movie..."
Ashley, unconscious, was lying on the back spread eagle on the floor.
Selena grabbed the dancer by the legs, then dragged her inside the nearby maintenance closet. Ashley's head lightly hit the door frame. The unconscious blonde groaned, but didn't wake up.
Max was waiting inside.
"And here we have the disguise that will allow me to freely roam the building!" Selena proudly exclaimed.
The small accountant nodded.
The redhead then quickly undressed the unconscious dancer, carefully in order to not damage the dancer outfit. Under her clothes, Ashley was wearing a white plunge bra and light blue bikini panties. Selena changed outfit while Max was looking elsewhere to respect her intimacy.
"You know, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this...” the redhead said.
She taped Ashley's hands behind her back with black tape, palm against palm, and wrapped more layers of tape around her upper arms, over and under her breasts to pin her arms. She then wrapped tape around the blonde's legs and thighs. She also wrapped several layers of tape around the woman's lower face to gag her. Then she seated her, pushed her legs until her thighs were touching her breasts, and wrapped more tape to ball-tie her. This way, she would take up less space and would be easier to conceal.
Selena dragged the trussed-up dancer in a corner of the maintenance closet, and hid her behind a metallic locker.
"Won't you get a disguise?" she asked Max.
"And mug another dancer to strip her?" He shook his head. "I'm a criminal, not a pervert."
"What? No! This is not what I meant! I meant that you could..." Selena groaned and gave up. "You know what? Forget it!" Arguing with the guy was pointless anyway.
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Selena's dancer outfit fulfilled its role. Nobody stopped her to ask her what she was doing. Max was walking in her footsteps. With his suit, he looked like an accoutant working for the nightclub. They arrived without any issues in front of the office of the owner of the nightclub. Selena opened the door without knocking.
"Boss Carnela. I wish to talk to you." Max said.
Carnela was a woman in her late forties or early fiftie, dressed in a black business suit and skirt, with dark grey stockings and black high heels. She had the tanned skin shared by all Okéanis and blue-green eyes. While there were strips of grey in her brown hair and wrinkles around the outer corner of the eyes, one could easily see that she used to be a stunning woman when she was younger and that she still retained a lot of her former beauty.
Clearly annoyed, the businesswoman groaned and didn't stop reading her paperwork. "It's the fourth time today! I've already told you guys that pay day is wednesday this month!"
There was a short awkward pause.
"I wish to talk to you about something else." Max insisted.
Carnela looked up, recognized the man, and frowned. "Max? You do realize that people usually make an appointment when they wish to meet me.” Then she saw Selena. "And you, you're not one of my girls." she added.
“I wanted to speed up the procedure.” Max genially explained.
Carnela rubbed her forehead. "Not again..." She sighed. “Do you know how much this will cost me to compensate her...”
“Sorry. I will pay the bill.”
"What do you want, Maxie?"
"I need informations."
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Shayna was observing the teams from afar.
The town of Matilda's main training ground was located near a forest. While their games were obviously always indoors, the handball teams often trained outside to enjoy the calm and peaceful setting near the woods. Thanks to the cover of the trees, she and Klenia could watch the different teams without being seen.
“How about these ones?” The blonde pointed at a group of young women, all around 19 or 20, dressed in green jerseys and black shorts, with white kneepads, sports shoes and socks. They were running a few laps outdoor.
Klenia shook her head. “Too young for my taste. I'm not a cradle-robber.”
Shayna rolled her eyes. “You're not that much older yourself. I even bet that most of these girls are more mature than you...”
“I don't have any constraint. Hence why, this time, I want to be picky.” Klenia explained.
The blonde sighed. “Remind me why I'm helping you again?”
“Because you love me, obviously.” Klenia walked in her back and snuggled up to her, hugging her girlfriend from behind. She kissed her neck, then rested her chin on the blonde's left shoulder.
Shayna smiled. She enjoyed the feeling of their two bodies touching each other. “To follow you in your convoluted plans, I have to love you. This operation will end just like the last one, you know? With us having to run for our lives, while half of the police forces of the town are chasing us...”
“Don't be defeatist... My strategy is foolproof this time.” Suddenly, Klenia pointed at a group of slightly taller handball players. “Jackpot! Look at these ones.”
The women were around Klenia's and Shayna's age. They were dressed in dark blue jerseys with red numbers and a big M symbolizing the town of Matilda on the back and in front, black shorts, black kneepads, black socks, and light blue running shoes.
“They're about to go jogging in the forest.” Klenia chuckled. “They're making it too easy...”
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Luck truly was on Klenia's side, as the handball players chose to not jog together. Most of them went alone or in pairs. The jogging was the last part of the training session: it was more laid-back than the other exercises, and was treated as a spare time.
Klenia, followed by her girlfriend, hid behind some bushes in a strategic part of the woods: near the crossroads of several main paths.
“And now we wait...” Klenia said.
Ultimately though, they didn't have to wait for too long.
They let go the first two pairs passing near their hiding spot because the girls were too small. Then, Klenia spotted the lone brunette.
The girl was tall and had an athletic body, with a particularly nice-looking chest. She had brown hair tied into a high ponytail, tanned skin, and green eyes. She was listening to some music with her iPod, explaining why she chose to jog alone.
Unaware that she was being watched, the girl passed next to their hiding spot. Once she had her back turned on them, Klenia came out from behind the bushes and grabbed her by the collar.
The brunette could barely manage to grunt a little: “Guh!” before she disappeared in the bushes. After a few moments of vain struggles, she was rendered unconscious thanks to a handkerchief soaked with sleeping drug.
Klenia gently laid her down on the ground. “Let's get to work!”
She removed the woman's shoes, socks, and shorts first, revealing her red boyshorts; then she took off the jersey. Underneath, the brunette was wearing a red sports bra.
“Ah! Comme to mommy, little sports uniform." Klenia muttered to herself. She looked at her girlfriend. "Do you want one too?”
“No thanks. As much as I enjoy humiliating people from Okéanis, this time I will pass. The clothes are way too sweaty.” Shayna answered.
“Your loss.” Klenia shrugged and quickly took off her own clothes, then she wriggled into the handball outfit. She spinned around, like a model in a fashion show “Finally... Feeling much better now!”
Shayna bound with ropes the snoring brunette's hands behind her back, then her ankles, before connecting the two with a hog-tie. “Give me the coton gaze and the tape in your purse so I can gag her instead of boasting. I want to leave this forest before a catastrophy happens.”
“Sir yes sir! And while you finish your handiwork, I'll check to see if the coast is clear.
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Klenia looked over the bushes.
She was greeted by the sight of a stunning red-haired beauty in a dark blue jersey and black shorts. Her hair were tied into a short ponytail. A ray of light piercing through the trees was illuminating her, highlighting her athletic figure. Her firm thighs and buttocks were an especially fascinating sight. The number seven was embroidered on her jerssey.
Seven... The number of luck...
Klenia bent down to hide behind the bushes again.
“Shayna! I just had a vision!” she whispered.
"A vision?"
"An illumination, if you will."
“You already got what you wanted. You're not mugging another woman...” the blonde objected.
Klenia put a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. She had a serious look on her face. “Listen Shayna, I have a confession to make... When I was but a little girl, I used to have a dream. I wanted to be a professional handball player. Day after day, I watched games, dreaming of the day I would finally put on my own handball outfit... Alas, life had other projects for me, and I had to renounce my dream." Little fake sob. "Ever since our rescue operation started, fate cruelly tortured me time after time, dangling in front of me opportunities to finally get my hands on one of these outfits, only to crush my hopes every time... But now, the dream is finally becoming true. And I don't want a handball jersey and a handball pair of shorts. I want THE handball jersey and THE handball pair of shorts. So that the little girl in me can finally... find peace...”
“You won't fool me twice, honey. I remember the last time you went trough this charade, with the football players. You're just making lame excuses because you want to mug another girl... ”
Klenia dropped the façade and beamed. “Of course I am! Just check this out!”
The redhead was now within reach.
Klenia jumped out from the bushes.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed the startled handball player.
Klenia giggled excitedly, grabbed her by the jersey and dragged her in the forest's undergrowth.
“Let me go you... mffff!”
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Two to one, the fight was unequal. The red-haired handball player didn't stand a chance and was forcefully rendered unconscious in no time.
“I swear, honey, one day you will be the death of me...” Shayna mumbled under her breath.
"As late as possible, love. I want us to grow old together."
For the second time today, Klenia removed the jersey, shoes, kneepads, socks, and shorts of an unconscious handball player. Underneath, the redhead was wearing blue seamless panties and a matching t-shirt bra. Shayna hog-tied the girl with ropes, filled her mouth with coton gaze, then sealed her lips with tape.
Then, Klenia quickly changed herself again. Maybe it was her imagination, but this new outfit seemed more comfortable than the previous one.
Perfect!
She took Shayna's had, and raised her other fist.
“Then, onward to new adventures!” she claimed.
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Little did the two companions know, they were being watched...
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“Who do these bimbos think they are, coming here to rain on my parade?” Lizéa couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Hidden in some bushes, she had witnessed these two unexpected rivals, these upstarts!, grab two handball players – two of Lizéa's potential targets – to mug them. And judging by the fact that one of them was wearing their outfits afterwards, she was doing it to steal their clothes.
“I was supposed to nab one these morons and disguise myself with her clothes! Not you!” she continued muttering.
After almost two months of near absolute monopoly, was someone finally getting on her business? Lizéa always knew this day would come...
After the dismantling of the Callianass Cartel, Insuricare took control of the criminal activities of Matilda. Thanks to their front of a honest insurance company of South Window, they moved their pieces until they controlled most of Matilda's illegal trafficking. However, unluckily for them, informations about their shady deals were revealed to the public six weeks ago, leading to the freezing of their assets and the crumble of their criminal empire. The aforementioned crumble had left a huge power vacuum in Matilda's underworld. Boss Carnela was trying to take control, and to crush the last remnants of the human trafficking rings, but her influence was for now still mostly limited to South Window. Lizéa took advantage of the situation: she mounted her own little business of kidnapping, extortion... and sometimes human trafficking. Indeed, when the family refused to pay, she could still turn a profit by selling the woman. However, since the beginning, she had known that it wouldn't take long for others to try their luck...
“Excuse me miss, but what are you doing here?”
Lizéa jumped with surprise and turned around. A lone young woman was staring at her. The girl had a slim body, black hair that she wore in a bob, brown eyes, and a tanned skin. She was wearing a burgundy jersey with a golden big M and a red number four embroidered, burgundy shorts, black kneepads, black socks, and white running shoes. The handball player was from Matilda's b-team. She had a puzzled expression.
There was an awkward pause.
Lizéa grabbed the girl and pulled her in the bushes. “Come here you!”
“Hey! You... Ouch! Ow! ... ... ... ... ...”
Lizéa laid the unconscious woman on the ground and, under the cover of the bushes, she swiftly stripped her. When in doubt, Lizéa thought that the best course of action was to disguise herself first, and ask questions later. Once her victim was left in her light orange full cup bra and beige panties, Lizéa tied the girl's wrists behind her back with black plastic zipties and passed a pair of zips up and down her breasts. Then she frog-tied her with other zipties. That way, she couldn't crawl out of the bushes after waking up. Finally, the unlucky handball player's mouth was stuffed with her socks and covered with brown package tape.
Lizéa took off her own clothes.
"Just wait you two... You'll get what's coming to you..."
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While her girlfriend was busy admiring her new set of clothes, Shayna pricked up her ears. “Don't you hear something?”
Klenia frowned. “What?”
Shayna was hearing noises. Something was happening outside of the woods. “It looks like... screams.” She listened carefully. “Somebody is giving the alarm! But why...?” The blonde stopped.
She looked at Klenia accusingly.
“Honey... Do you have something to do with that?”
Klenia avoided her gaze.
“Come on! You told me that you didn't mug anybody when I wasn't looking!” Shayna added.
“No. I told you that I didn't steal anyone's clothes...”
“Klenia...”
“Well, you see, there was this security guard, and I thought that it would be a good idea to take her keys, just in case we needed to enter the gym...”
Shayna put her face into her hands. “This can't be happening... It's the football players fiasco all over again...”
“I'm sorry.”
Shayna looked at the discarded outfit of the first handball player. “I suppose that I could disguise myself with her clothes, and then we'll quickly sneak away... But there's one problem.” She pointed at her blond hair.
“I see.” Klenia answered. Even with a sideway glance, anyone would imediately identify Shayna as someone hailing from the Province of Naïad, because of her blond hair, tanned skin and blue eyes. The problem was that the Okéanis and the Naïads couldn't stand each other, and someone from Naïad would never be allowed even in the more progressive sports team of Okéanis. Klenia added: “However, I came prepared...” She quickly searched her handbag, then took a black wig out of it. “Remember it? It's the one we used in Frontier...”
“I guess it'll have to do... Just give me a few minutes to change myself.”
“Of course. Though I can't promise that I won't peek...” Klenia joked.
Shayna didn't smile or chuckle.
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Lizéa was changing herself when she heard the screams. She froze.
No way! These two... amateurs were spotted! These... These incompentent tarts! Now, she was never going to be able to kidnap one or two handball players... Most of these girls came from well-off families: their parents would gladly spend good money to get their precious princesses safely home. And if they refused, young women as gorgeous and athletic would sell for a good price... They ruined everything! Lizéa saw red. And now, they're going to pay for it...
“Looks like my new disguise will come in handy after all...” she muttered to herself while slipping the jersey on.
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Maximilian Shroud, former accountant of the Callianass Cartel, was sitting on his plane seat and eating peanuts. The flight from South Window to Matilda was short, luckily for him. Taking the plane was so boring...
A red-haired stewardess approached him.
“More peanuts, mister?”
Her tone was passive-aggressiveness at its finest and her eyes were looking daggers at him. Any airline company in their right mind would have fired her, but this specific stewardess didn't need to worry about being fired.
Because she wasn't a true stewardess to begin with...
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Selena was still trying to figure out if the little man was doing it on purpose, as some form of payback for her ruining everything at Opal's airport, or if it was just a coincidence. Still, for someone as no-nonsense as Max, telling her that the best way for her to get on this plane was to mug a stewardess was fishy... Supposedly, he could only buy one ticket for this specific flight and they couldn't afford to wait for the next.
Still very fishy, if you ask me...
Well, at least it allowed her to train and hone her skills. If anything, she was in a better situation than the real stewardess right now...
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The real stewardess was called Sylvia. She had shoulder-long black hair pulled back into a bun and dark brown eyes, as well as a slight tan and long lustrous legs. Her uniform consisted of a white blouse, a dark blue pencil skirt with a matching blazer and hat, a yellow scarf tied around the neck, and slip-on black pumps. Selena ambushed her in the stewardess locker room while she was alone. The task proved to be easier than expected: there was no security guard and no unexpected witness. A quick neck chop, and the stewardess was down for the count. Selena then undressed the unconscious woman down to her black orthopaedic brassiere, her black control briefs and her white socks.
The redhead found Sylvia's casual clothes in her locker: pink cardigan, white t-shirt and jeans. She cut and stretched them, then used them to bind the stewardess' wrists and ankles, and to cleave-gag her. Finally, the redhead located an empty locker, tall enough to fit a standing woman. Of course, the locker was barely wide enough, but at least it had the advantage of clamping Sylvia's arms, therefore it would be harder for her to break free. Objectively, Selena didn't really need to shove the stewardess inside the empty locker like some overgrown bully, as there was a maintenance closet nearby, but she needed to vent her frustration somehow. Just because she was starting to get the hang of the whole mug-for-disguise shtick, it didn't mean that she enjoyed unpredictable turns of event strong-arming her into doing it. Therefore, Selena made sure that at least someone was having a worst day than her. There were small holes allowing air to enter the locker anyway...
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Shayna and Klenia were walking through the woods, distancing themselves as quickly as possible from the gym that was currently searched by the police.
“This jersey is sweaty. I find it disgusting.” Shayna sullenly commented.
“Bear it with me. Once we reach the parking, we'll hopefully come across generous clothes donors...”
There was a huge open air parking at the other side of the woods, on the opposite side compared to the gym. Hopefully, police wasn't searching there, since the security guard's mugging happened near the building. Klenia and Shayna were going there to find a car to steal – and a change of clothes.
Without the two women realizing it however, someone was on their trail....
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Lizéa was following the two women from a distance, using the cover of the woods to conceal her presence. She quickly deduced that they were heading toward the open air parking.
Perfect...
While making sure to not lose the track of her target, she used her phone to text to Tiffany and Yuki.
We have competitors to get rid off. The open air parking east to the woods. They're going there. Drive the van.
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Wendy and Marisa were on vacation.
The first had light chestnut bobbed hair with bangs and brown eyes. She was wearing khaki capri pants, a white t-shirt, and brown sneakers. The second had armpit-long bleached blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a light green ankle-long sundress, and light blue flip flops. Both were wearing a similar white sun hat.
Currently, Marisa was searching the backseat of the car. “I swear I dropped it somewhere...”
“Come on! You can spend the rest of the day without your lipstick!” her friend grumbled. “I didn't go to Matilda to watch its parking!”
“Alright! Alright! You won! I just can't stand when something rolls under one of those seats... It's so annoyong to grab them afterwards...”
Marisa left the car and closed the door.
"Let's go have some fun!" She lightly punched her friend's shoulder.
Suddenly, Wendy and Marisa noticed at the same time some movement behind the other's back. They realized at the same time that the other was in danger... while failing to see that they were also in danger.
“Watch out!” each warned the other in unison.
BONG!
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“Perfect synchronization, well-done partner.” Klenia said.
Shayna didn't answer. They were out of the woods and (for now) out of the police's reach, but she was still looking very sullen.
I'll have to make amends. Klenia thought to herself. She searched the unconscious women and found the keys of their car. “On the backseat with them... Time for some stripping!”
The parking was desert, and the car doors were offering them a good cover. Removing Wendy's summer dress was easy, all they had to do was to lift it and make it slide. The same could be said about Marisa's t-shirt. Klenia encountered a few more difficulties with the capri pants, as they were more skin-tight, but succeded nonetheless.
Wendy's underwear consisted of a dark green underwired bra and a white lacy tanga, while Marisa was wearing a hot pink g-string and a purple strapless bra.
Klenia grabbed a few white plastic zip-ties and a roll of silver tape in the purse Shayna was carrying. She zip-tied the women's hands behind their back, then their ankles and their knees. She gagged the two women with the tape. For now, she decided to leave them on the backseat.
“Let's change clothes...” Klenia said. “We'll stash them in the trunk after we're done.”
The sound of a sarcastic clapping echoed in the parking.
Klenia and Shayna quickly closed the car doors to conceal their victims, and turned to face the source of the noise.
Goodness, I hate it when someone interrupts me in the middle of a clothes stealing... I couldn't even change myself...
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The newcomer was a woman around their age, slim and of average height. Just like many Okéanis, she had green eyes, a tanned skin, and shoulder-long dark brown hair. Segmented bangs were framing her face. She was wearing the outfit of Matilda's handball b-team: burgundy instead of dark blue. However, Klenia understood that something was very, very wrong when the handball player exclaimed:
“Bravo! You must feel very proud of yourselves... And I will admit that you do have a bit of a talent. For a bunch of sloppy amateurs.”
A trap. Klenia imediately thought. “Who are you?” she asked.
The brown-haired woman made a small mocking bow. However, her eyes didn't leave them out of sight. “The name's Lizéa.”
“Well, Lizéa, it's nice to meet you." Klenia replied. "I don't know what beef you have with us, but I assure you that it's only a big misunderstanding.”
“I don't think so.” Lizéa smiled sharply. “Do you think that I would let you two upstarts muscle in on my business?”
“What? We're not trying to...”
“It's not like you would even stand a chance anyway. I saw you two completely botch the job..."
"But we..." Klenia was losing patience.
"Infiltration requires more skills than you could ever hope of having! Skills that I have and you don't!”
“Great!” Klenia couldn't help but complain out loud. “Another Mary!”
Lizéa groaned in annoyance. “Please! Mary was an amateur trying to pass herself for a professional. All style, but no substance.”
Megalomaniacal... Klenia thought to herself.
“Yeah, that's great, I'd gladly discuss all day the requirements of your line of work." Shayna intervened. “However, I'd like to leave this place now. Are we going to gaze at each others' eyes until someone comes by?”
“Not exactly.” Lizéa retorted.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Honey, let's just rush her and beat her up." she told Klenia.
They took a few steps in the direction of the newcomer.
“It would be a bad idea, because I have something that makes me better than both of you combined.” Lizéa said.
Klenia instinctively sensed the danger. She grabbed Shayna's arm and prepared herself to run. “Which is?”
“A gun!” Lizéa suddenly pulled a small handgun that she previously kept hidden in her shorts.
“Guess you have a point there...” Klenia commented.
She abandoned her idea of fleeing, at least for now. That woman could shoot them in the back ten times before they would take cover. She raised her hands. Shayna did the same.
“Well well well... It seems that you can still be reasonable...” Lizéa mocked.
“What now?” Shayna asked. “You will shoot us?”
“Well...”
A van suddenly arrived barelling down the road in the parking and stopped next to them.
Lizéa smiled. “Not exactly.”
The backdoor of the vehicle was opened from the inside. Another woman was waiting in the back of the van. She was a tall busty and muscular dark-brown-haired lady. She jumped out of the vehicle.
“We'll take you for a ride.” Lizéa said. “But don't worry. Tiffany, my associate here, will take good care of you.” She motioned them with their gun to walk to the van. Klenia and Shayna had no choice but to comply.
Klenia clenched her fists, and her teeth. She was feeling powerless, and she hated it. However, martial arts couldn't do any good against a bullet. And that Lizéa, for all her boasting, wasn't an amateur. She was keeping her gun on them and standing out of their reach. Klenia couldn't grab her in time.
“Don't worry. We'll offer you nice bracelets for your trouble. Made of ropes, of course.”
Of course, 'nice' was a subjective term, and the bonds were only 'nice' from the point of view of Lizéa and her associate. Tiffany tightly bound the two women's wrists behind their back, then she violently pushed them inside the van, before tying their legs. However, she didn't bother gagging them.
“The van is soundproof and its windows are tainted.” Tiffany explained to them. “But please, try to scream anyway. I'll be happy to shut you up...” She cracked her knuckles to emphasize her point. The black gloves covering her hands were reinforced with metal plates. By watching the woman's muscular arms and legs, Klenia understood that it was not just for show.
Tiffany looked at Shayna. "Also, by the way, nice wig!" She roughly pulled off the black wig. "You ashamed of your origins, girl? I can understand... I'd be too if I hailed from this Province of goat-lovers..."
Then, the busty woman left the back of the van while chuckling wickedly, and closed and locked the door.
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"You want to take the two women in the car too?" Tiffany asked, pointing at the car where the unconscious Marisa and Wendy were stashed.
"And steal someone else's work?" Lizéa retorted. "Who do you think I am? I have standards, you know!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "If you say so..."
"Besides, we don't know anything about them or their background. Wether it's to ransom or to sell, we can't afford to kidnap the run-of-the-mill..."
"Let's go then. Yuki is still waiting behind the wheel..."
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The travel in the back of the van was uncomfortable, to say the least. Bound hand and foot, Klenia and Shayna were seated against the metallic compartment of the vehicle. They weren't gagged, but it wasn't going to do them any good...
“This is bad...” Shayna whispered to her girlfriend. “I knew this escapade would end badly, but...”
“We've already faced worst odds. We'll manage to pull through! Like always!”
“And then what?” Shayna retorted.
There was a pause, then the blonde told what was in her heart:
“Is this going to be our life? Will we spend all our time looking over our shoulders, afraid to come across the authorities or more nutjobs after our blood?”
For once, Klenia didn't find something to answer.
The rest of the trip proceeded in deafening silence.
Time passed.
Then the vehicle stopped. Did they arrive?
Lizéa opened the van's backdoor. “We're almost there. However, before that, we'll have to make sure that you don't make a fuss...” She was holding a piece of rag and a small bottle. “Time to take a nap...”
A quick story whose idea I got a few weeks ago. It will probably be divided into two or three parts including that one. From now, I think I'll try to stop writing long stories such as Rescue Operation and I will follow the organization of my first stories: shorter self-contained stories that share a red thread.
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Ashley adjusted her golden headband, while ignoring the sounds of the music coming from the main room. She was long since used to it.
For a year, she had been working as a dancer at the Aeolus Club, the biggest nightclub of the city of South Window. Her outfit consisted of a black short-sleeve crop top, showing her waist and navel. The crop top had golden trimmings on the bottom, the collar and the sleeves. She was also wearing black fabric wristbands, a black long dance skirt adorned with golden stylized flowers, black shoes and matching socks. And of course, the aforementioned golden headband to keep her shoulder-long blond hair in place and keep her hair away from her face, highlighting her misty gray eyes. Ashley was from the Province of Hera but, after all this time spent in Okéanis, her skin was a little tanned now, though not as tanned as someone from Naïad – thank Goodness for that.
Currently, Ashley was taking a break. Carnela was a great employer, and the wages were lavish. However, work was exhausting and the dancer thought that every cent she received was well-earned.
A hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder.
What the?
Ashley was trained in martial arts, hence why she had a slim athletic body. Therefore, her first reaction was to get free and to turn to face the person who assaulted her.
Her aggressor was a woman. She had red hair tied into long twin-tails, brown eyes, and was wearing plain casual clothes: blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. She wasn't working for the nightclub.
Ashley looked daggers at her. "You messed with the wrong woman, pal!" The blonde moved to attack.
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"Wow! She almost scared me! What with her trying to act like the heroine of a martial arts movie..."
Ashley, unconscious, was lying on the back spread eagle on the floor.
Selena grabbed the dancer by the legs, then dragged her inside the nearby maintenance closet. Ashley's head lightly hit the door frame. The unconscious blonde groaned, but didn't wake up.
Max was waiting inside.
"And here we have the disguise that will allow me to freely roam the building!" Selena proudly exclaimed.
The small accountant nodded.
The redhead then quickly undressed the unconscious dancer, carefully in order to not damage the dancer outfit. Under her clothes, Ashley was wearing a white plunge bra and light blue bikini panties. Selena changed outfit while Max was looking elsewhere to respect her intimacy.
"You know, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this...” the redhead said.
She taped Ashley's hands behind her back with black tape, palm against palm, and wrapped more layers of tape around her upper arms, over and under her breasts to pin her arms. She then wrapped tape around the blonde's legs and thighs. She also wrapped several layers of tape around the woman's lower face to gag her. Then she seated her, pushed her legs until her thighs were touching her breasts, and wrapped more tape to ball-tie her. This way, she would take up less space and would be easier to conceal.
Selena dragged the trussed-up dancer in a corner of the maintenance closet, and hid her behind a metallic locker.
"Won't you get a disguise?" she asked Max.
"And mug another dancer to strip her?" He shook his head. "I'm a criminal, not a pervert."
"What? No! This is not what I meant! I meant that you could..." Selena groaned and gave up. "You know what? Forget it!" Arguing with the guy was pointless anyway.
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Selena's dancer outfit fulfilled its role. Nobody stopped her to ask her what she was doing. Max was walking in her footsteps. With his suit, he looked like an accoutant working for the nightclub. They arrived without any issues in front of the office of the owner of the nightclub. Selena opened the door without knocking.
"Boss Carnela. I wish to talk to you." Max said.
Carnela was a woman in her late forties or early fiftie, dressed in a black business suit and skirt, with dark grey stockings and black high heels. She had the tanned skin shared by all Okéanis and blue-green eyes. While there were strips of grey in her brown hair and wrinkles around the outer corner of the eyes, one could easily see that she used to be a stunning woman when she was younger and that she still retained a lot of her former beauty.
Clearly annoyed, the businesswoman groaned and didn't stop reading her paperwork. "It's the fourth time today! I've already told you guys that pay day is wednesday this month!"
There was a short awkward pause.
"I wish to talk to you about something else." Max insisted.
Carnela looked up, recognized the man, and frowned. "Max? You do realize that people usually make an appointment when they wish to meet me.” Then she saw Selena. "And you, you're not one of my girls." she added.
“I wanted to speed up the procedure.” Max genially explained.
Carnela rubbed her forehead. "Not again..." She sighed. “Do you know how much this will cost me to compensate her...”
“Sorry. I will pay the bill.”
"What do you want, Maxie?"
"I need informations."
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Shayna was observing the teams from afar.
The town of Matilda's main training ground was located near a forest. While their games were obviously always indoors, the handball teams often trained outside to enjoy the calm and peaceful setting near the woods. Thanks to the cover of the trees, she and Klenia could watch the different teams without being seen.
“How about these ones?” The blonde pointed at a group of young women, all around 19 or 20, dressed in green jerseys and black shorts, with white kneepads, sports shoes and socks. They were running a few laps outdoor.
Klenia shook her head. “Too young for my taste. I'm not a cradle-robber.”
Shayna rolled her eyes. “You're not that much older yourself. I even bet that most of these girls are more mature than you...”
“I don't have any constraint. Hence why, this time, I want to be picky.” Klenia explained.
The blonde sighed. “Remind me why I'm helping you again?”
“Because you love me, obviously.” Klenia walked in her back and snuggled up to her, hugging her girlfriend from behind. She kissed her neck, then rested her chin on the blonde's left shoulder.
Shayna smiled. She enjoyed the feeling of their two bodies touching each other. “To follow you in your convoluted plans, I have to love you. This operation will end just like the last one, you know? With us having to run for our lives, while half of the police forces of the town are chasing us...”
“Don't be defeatist... My strategy is foolproof this time.” Suddenly, Klenia pointed at a group of slightly taller handball players. “Jackpot! Look at these ones.”
The women were around Klenia's and Shayna's age. They were dressed in dark blue jerseys with red numbers and a big M symbolizing the town of Matilda on the back and in front, black shorts, black kneepads, black socks, and light blue running shoes.
“They're about to go jogging in the forest.” Klenia chuckled. “They're making it too easy...”
**************
Luck truly was on Klenia's side, as the handball players chose to not jog together. Most of them went alone or in pairs. The jogging was the last part of the training session: it was more laid-back than the other exercises, and was treated as a spare time.
Klenia, followed by her girlfriend, hid behind some bushes in a strategic part of the woods: near the crossroads of several main paths.
“And now we wait...” Klenia said.
Ultimately though, they didn't have to wait for too long.
They let go the first two pairs passing near their hiding spot because the girls were too small. Then, Klenia spotted the lone brunette.
The girl was tall and had an athletic body, with a particularly nice-looking chest. She had brown hair tied into a high ponytail, tanned skin, and green eyes. She was listening to some music with her iPod, explaining why she chose to jog alone.
Unaware that she was being watched, the girl passed next to their hiding spot. Once she had her back turned on them, Klenia came out from behind the bushes and grabbed her by the collar.
The brunette could barely manage to grunt a little: “Guh!” before she disappeared in the bushes. After a few moments of vain struggles, she was rendered unconscious thanks to a handkerchief soaked with sleeping drug.
Klenia gently laid her down on the ground. “Let's get to work!”
She removed the woman's shoes, socks, and shorts first, revealing her red boyshorts; then she took off the jersey. Underneath, the brunette was wearing a red sports bra.
“Ah! Comme to mommy, little sports uniform." Klenia muttered to herself. She looked at her girlfriend. "Do you want one too?”
“No thanks. As much as I enjoy humiliating people from Okéanis, this time I will pass. The clothes are way too sweaty.” Shayna answered.
“Your loss.” Klenia shrugged and quickly took off her own clothes, then she wriggled into the handball outfit. She spinned around, like a model in a fashion show “Finally... Feeling much better now!”
Shayna bound with ropes the snoring brunette's hands behind her back, then her ankles, before connecting the two with a hog-tie. “Give me the coton gaze and the tape in your purse so I can gag her instead of boasting. I want to leave this forest before a catastrophy happens.”
“Sir yes sir! And while you finish your handiwork, I'll check to see if the coast is clear.
**************
Klenia looked over the bushes.
She was greeted by the sight of a stunning red-haired beauty in a dark blue jersey and black shorts. Her hair were tied into a short ponytail. A ray of light piercing through the trees was illuminating her, highlighting her athletic figure. Her firm thighs and buttocks were an especially fascinating sight. The number seven was embroidered on her jerssey.
Seven... The number of luck...
Klenia bent down to hide behind the bushes again.
“Shayna! I just had a vision!” she whispered.
"A vision?"
"An illumination, if you will."
“You already got what you wanted. You're not mugging another woman...” the blonde objected.
Klenia put a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. She had a serious look on her face. “Listen Shayna, I have a confession to make... When I was but a little girl, I used to have a dream. I wanted to be a professional handball player. Day after day, I watched games, dreaming of the day I would finally put on my own handball outfit... Alas, life had other projects for me, and I had to renounce my dream." Little fake sob. "Ever since our rescue operation started, fate cruelly tortured me time after time, dangling in front of me opportunities to finally get my hands on one of these outfits, only to crush my hopes every time... But now, the dream is finally becoming true. And I don't want a handball jersey and a handball pair of shorts. I want THE handball jersey and THE handball pair of shorts. So that the little girl in me can finally... find peace...”
“You won't fool me twice, honey. I remember the last time you went trough this charade, with the football players. You're just making lame excuses because you want to mug another girl... ”
Klenia dropped the façade and beamed. “Of course I am! Just check this out!”
The redhead was now within reach.
Klenia jumped out from the bushes.
“What the hell?!” exclaimed the startled handball player.
Klenia giggled excitedly, grabbed her by the jersey and dragged her in the forest's undergrowth.
“Let me go you... mffff!”
**************
Two to one, the fight was unequal. The red-haired handball player didn't stand a chance and was forcefully rendered unconscious in no time.
“I swear, honey, one day you will be the death of me...” Shayna mumbled under her breath.
"As late as possible, love. I want us to grow old together."
For the second time today, Klenia removed the jersey, shoes, kneepads, socks, and shorts of an unconscious handball player. Underneath, the redhead was wearing blue seamless panties and a matching t-shirt bra. Shayna hog-tied the girl with ropes, filled her mouth with coton gaze, then sealed her lips with tape.
Then, Klenia quickly changed herself again. Maybe it was her imagination, but this new outfit seemed more comfortable than the previous one.
Perfect!
She took Shayna's had, and raised her other fist.
“Then, onward to new adventures!” she claimed.
**************
Little did the two companions know, they were being watched...
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“Who do these bimbos think they are, coming here to rain on my parade?” Lizéa couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Hidden in some bushes, she had witnessed these two unexpected rivals, these upstarts!, grab two handball players – two of Lizéa's potential targets – to mug them. And judging by the fact that one of them was wearing their outfits afterwards, she was doing it to steal their clothes.
“I was supposed to nab one these morons and disguise myself with her clothes! Not you!” she continued muttering.
After almost two months of near absolute monopoly, was someone finally getting on her business? Lizéa always knew this day would come...
After the dismantling of the Callianass Cartel, Insuricare took control of the criminal activities of Matilda. Thanks to their front of a honest insurance company of South Window, they moved their pieces until they controlled most of Matilda's illegal trafficking. However, unluckily for them, informations about their shady deals were revealed to the public six weeks ago, leading to the freezing of their assets and the crumble of their criminal empire. The aforementioned crumble had left a huge power vacuum in Matilda's underworld. Boss Carnela was trying to take control, and to crush the last remnants of the human trafficking rings, but her influence was for now still mostly limited to South Window. Lizéa took advantage of the situation: she mounted her own little business of kidnapping, extortion... and sometimes human trafficking. Indeed, when the family refused to pay, she could still turn a profit by selling the woman. However, since the beginning, she had known that it wouldn't take long for others to try their luck...
“Excuse me miss, but what are you doing here?”
Lizéa jumped with surprise and turned around. A lone young woman was staring at her. The girl had a slim body, black hair that she wore in a bob, brown eyes, and a tanned skin. She was wearing a burgundy jersey with a golden big M and a red number four embroidered, burgundy shorts, black kneepads, black socks, and white running shoes. The handball player was from Matilda's b-team. She had a puzzled expression.
There was an awkward pause.
Lizéa grabbed the girl and pulled her in the bushes. “Come here you!”
“Hey! You... Ouch! Ow! ... ... ... ... ...”
Lizéa laid the unconscious woman on the ground and, under the cover of the bushes, she swiftly stripped her. When in doubt, Lizéa thought that the best course of action was to disguise herself first, and ask questions later. Once her victim was left in her light orange full cup bra and beige panties, Lizéa tied the girl's wrists behind her back with black plastic zipties and passed a pair of zips up and down her breasts. Then she frog-tied her with other zipties. That way, she couldn't crawl out of the bushes after waking up. Finally, the unlucky handball player's mouth was stuffed with her socks and covered with brown package tape.
Lizéa took off her own clothes.
"Just wait you two... You'll get what's coming to you..."
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While her girlfriend was busy admiring her new set of clothes, Shayna pricked up her ears. “Don't you hear something?”
Klenia frowned. “What?”
Shayna was hearing noises. Something was happening outside of the woods. “It looks like... screams.” She listened carefully. “Somebody is giving the alarm! But why...?” The blonde stopped.
She looked at Klenia accusingly.
“Honey... Do you have something to do with that?”
Klenia avoided her gaze.
“Come on! You told me that you didn't mug anybody when I wasn't looking!” Shayna added.
“No. I told you that I didn't steal anyone's clothes...”
“Klenia...”
“Well, you see, there was this security guard, and I thought that it would be a good idea to take her keys, just in case we needed to enter the gym...”
Shayna put her face into her hands. “This can't be happening... It's the football players fiasco all over again...”
“I'm sorry.”
Shayna looked at the discarded outfit of the first handball player. “I suppose that I could disguise myself with her clothes, and then we'll quickly sneak away... But there's one problem.” She pointed at her blond hair.
“I see.” Klenia answered. Even with a sideway glance, anyone would imediately identify Shayna as someone hailing from the Province of Naïad, because of her blond hair, tanned skin and blue eyes. The problem was that the Okéanis and the Naïads couldn't stand each other, and someone from Naïad would never be allowed even in the more progressive sports team of Okéanis. Klenia added: “However, I came prepared...” She quickly searched her handbag, then took a black wig out of it. “Remember it? It's the one we used in Frontier...”
“I guess it'll have to do... Just give me a few minutes to change myself.”
“Of course. Though I can't promise that I won't peek...” Klenia joked.
Shayna didn't smile or chuckle.
**************
Lizéa was changing herself when she heard the screams. She froze.
No way! These two... amateurs were spotted! These... These incompentent tarts! Now, she was never going to be able to kidnap one or two handball players... Most of these girls came from well-off families: their parents would gladly spend good money to get their precious princesses safely home. And if they refused, young women as gorgeous and athletic would sell for a good price... They ruined everything! Lizéa saw red. And now, they're going to pay for it...
“Looks like my new disguise will come in handy after all...” she muttered to herself while slipping the jersey on.
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Maximilian Shroud, former accountant of the Callianass Cartel, was sitting on his plane seat and eating peanuts. The flight from South Window to Matilda was short, luckily for him. Taking the plane was so boring...
A red-haired stewardess approached him.
“More peanuts, mister?”
Her tone was passive-aggressiveness at its finest and her eyes were looking daggers at him. Any airline company in their right mind would have fired her, but this specific stewardess didn't need to worry about being fired.
Because she wasn't a true stewardess to begin with...
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Selena was still trying to figure out if the little man was doing it on purpose, as some form of payback for her ruining everything at Opal's airport, or if it was just a coincidence. Still, for someone as no-nonsense as Max, telling her that the best way for her to get on this plane was to mug a stewardess was fishy... Supposedly, he could only buy one ticket for this specific flight and they couldn't afford to wait for the next.
Still very fishy, if you ask me...
Well, at least it allowed her to train and hone her skills. If anything, she was in a better situation than the real stewardess right now...
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The real stewardess was called Sylvia. She had shoulder-long black hair pulled back into a bun and dark brown eyes, as well as a slight tan and long lustrous legs. Her uniform consisted of a white blouse, a dark blue pencil skirt with a matching blazer and hat, a yellow scarf tied around the neck, and slip-on black pumps. Selena ambushed her in the stewardess locker room while she was alone. The task proved to be easier than expected: there was no security guard and no unexpected witness. A quick neck chop, and the stewardess was down for the count. Selena then undressed the unconscious woman down to her black orthopaedic brassiere, her black control briefs and her white socks.
The redhead found Sylvia's casual clothes in her locker: pink cardigan, white t-shirt and jeans. She cut and stretched them, then used them to bind the stewardess' wrists and ankles, and to cleave-gag her. Finally, the redhead located an empty locker, tall enough to fit a standing woman. Of course, the locker was barely wide enough, but at least it had the advantage of clamping Sylvia's arms, therefore it would be harder for her to break free. Objectively, Selena didn't really need to shove the stewardess inside the empty locker like some overgrown bully, as there was a maintenance closet nearby, but she needed to vent her frustration somehow. Just because she was starting to get the hang of the whole mug-for-disguise shtick, it didn't mean that she enjoyed unpredictable turns of event strong-arming her into doing it. Therefore, Selena made sure that at least someone was having a worst day than her. There were small holes allowing air to enter the locker anyway...
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Shayna and Klenia were walking through the woods, distancing themselves as quickly as possible from the gym that was currently searched by the police.
“This jersey is sweaty. I find it disgusting.” Shayna sullenly commented.
“Bear it with me. Once we reach the parking, we'll hopefully come across generous clothes donors...”
There was a huge open air parking at the other side of the woods, on the opposite side compared to the gym. Hopefully, police wasn't searching there, since the security guard's mugging happened near the building. Klenia and Shayna were going there to find a car to steal – and a change of clothes.
Without the two women realizing it however, someone was on their trail....
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Lizéa was following the two women from a distance, using the cover of the woods to conceal her presence. She quickly deduced that they were heading toward the open air parking.
Perfect...
While making sure to not lose the track of her target, she used her phone to text to Tiffany and Yuki.
We have competitors to get rid off. The open air parking east to the woods. They're going there. Drive the van.
**************
Wendy and Marisa were on vacation.
The first had light chestnut bobbed hair with bangs and brown eyes. She was wearing khaki capri pants, a white t-shirt, and brown sneakers. The second had armpit-long bleached blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a light green ankle-long sundress, and light blue flip flops. Both were wearing a similar white sun hat.
Currently, Marisa was searching the backseat of the car. “I swear I dropped it somewhere...”
“Come on! You can spend the rest of the day without your lipstick!” her friend grumbled. “I didn't go to Matilda to watch its parking!”
“Alright! Alright! You won! I just can't stand when something rolls under one of those seats... It's so annoyong to grab them afterwards...”
Marisa left the car and closed the door.
"Let's go have some fun!" She lightly punched her friend's shoulder.
Suddenly, Wendy and Marisa noticed at the same time some movement behind the other's back. They realized at the same time that the other was in danger... while failing to see that they were also in danger.
“Watch out!” each warned the other in unison.
BONG!
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“Perfect synchronization, well-done partner.” Klenia said.
Shayna didn't answer. They were out of the woods and (for now) out of the police's reach, but she was still looking very sullen.
I'll have to make amends. Klenia thought to herself. She searched the unconscious women and found the keys of their car. “On the backseat with them... Time for some stripping!”
The parking was desert, and the car doors were offering them a good cover. Removing Wendy's summer dress was easy, all they had to do was to lift it and make it slide. The same could be said about Marisa's t-shirt. Klenia encountered a few more difficulties with the capri pants, as they were more skin-tight, but succeded nonetheless.
Wendy's underwear consisted of a dark green underwired bra and a white lacy tanga, while Marisa was wearing a hot pink g-string and a purple strapless bra.
Klenia grabbed a few white plastic zip-ties and a roll of silver tape in the purse Shayna was carrying. She zip-tied the women's hands behind their back, then their ankles and their knees. She gagged the two women with the tape. For now, she decided to leave them on the backseat.
“Let's change clothes...” Klenia said. “We'll stash them in the trunk after we're done.”
The sound of a sarcastic clapping echoed in the parking.
Klenia and Shayna quickly closed the car doors to conceal their victims, and turned to face the source of the noise.
Goodness, I hate it when someone interrupts me in the middle of a clothes stealing... I couldn't even change myself...
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The newcomer was a woman around their age, slim and of average height. Just like many Okéanis, she had green eyes, a tanned skin, and shoulder-long dark brown hair. Segmented bangs were framing her face. She was wearing the outfit of Matilda's handball b-team: burgundy instead of dark blue. However, Klenia understood that something was very, very wrong when the handball player exclaimed:
“Bravo! You must feel very proud of yourselves... And I will admit that you do have a bit of a talent. For a bunch of sloppy amateurs.”
A trap. Klenia imediately thought. “Who are you?” she asked.
The brown-haired woman made a small mocking bow. However, her eyes didn't leave them out of sight. “The name's Lizéa.”
“Well, Lizéa, it's nice to meet you." Klenia replied. "I don't know what beef you have with us, but I assure you that it's only a big misunderstanding.”
“I don't think so.” Lizéa smiled sharply. “Do you think that I would let you two upstarts muscle in on my business?”
“What? We're not trying to...”
“It's not like you would even stand a chance anyway. I saw you two completely botch the job..."
"But we..." Klenia was losing patience.
"Infiltration requires more skills than you could ever hope of having! Skills that I have and you don't!”
“Great!” Klenia couldn't help but complain out loud. “Another Mary!”
Lizéa groaned in annoyance. “Please! Mary was an amateur trying to pass herself for a professional. All style, but no substance.”
Megalomaniacal... Klenia thought to herself.
“Yeah, that's great, I'd gladly discuss all day the requirements of your line of work." Shayna intervened. “However, I'd like to leave this place now. Are we going to gaze at each others' eyes until someone comes by?”
“Not exactly.” Lizéa retorted.
The blonde rolled her eyes. “Honey, let's just rush her and beat her up." she told Klenia.
They took a few steps in the direction of the newcomer.
“It would be a bad idea, because I have something that makes me better than both of you combined.” Lizéa said.
Klenia instinctively sensed the danger. She grabbed Shayna's arm and prepared herself to run. “Which is?”
“A gun!” Lizéa suddenly pulled a small handgun that she previously kept hidden in her shorts.
“Guess you have a point there...” Klenia commented.
She abandoned her idea of fleeing, at least for now. That woman could shoot them in the back ten times before they would take cover. She raised her hands. Shayna did the same.
“Well well well... It seems that you can still be reasonable...” Lizéa mocked.
“What now?” Shayna asked. “You will shoot us?”
“Well...”
A van suddenly arrived barelling down the road in the parking and stopped next to them.
Lizéa smiled. “Not exactly.”
The backdoor of the vehicle was opened from the inside. Another woman was waiting in the back of the van. She was a tall busty and muscular dark-brown-haired lady. She jumped out of the vehicle.
“We'll take you for a ride.” Lizéa said. “But don't worry. Tiffany, my associate here, will take good care of you.” She motioned them with their gun to walk to the van. Klenia and Shayna had no choice but to comply.
Klenia clenched her fists, and her teeth. She was feeling powerless, and she hated it. However, martial arts couldn't do any good against a bullet. And that Lizéa, for all her boasting, wasn't an amateur. She was keeping her gun on them and standing out of their reach. Klenia couldn't grab her in time.
“Don't worry. We'll offer you nice bracelets for your trouble. Made of ropes, of course.”
Of course, 'nice' was a subjective term, and the bonds were only 'nice' from the point of view of Lizéa and her associate. Tiffany tightly bound the two women's wrists behind their back, then she violently pushed them inside the van, before tying their legs. However, she didn't bother gagging them.
“The van is soundproof and its windows are tainted.” Tiffany explained to them. “But please, try to scream anyway. I'll be happy to shut you up...” She cracked her knuckles to emphasize her point. The black gloves covering her hands were reinforced with metal plates. By watching the woman's muscular arms and legs, Klenia understood that it was not just for show.
Tiffany looked at Shayna. "Also, by the way, nice wig!" She roughly pulled off the black wig. "You ashamed of your origins, girl? I can understand... I'd be too if I hailed from this Province of goat-lovers..."
Then, the busty woman left the back of the van while chuckling wickedly, and closed and locked the door.
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"You want to take the two women in the car too?" Tiffany asked, pointing at the car where the unconscious Marisa and Wendy were stashed.
"And steal someone else's work?" Lizéa retorted. "Who do you think I am? I have standards, you know!"
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "If you say so..."
"Besides, we don't know anything about them or their background. Wether it's to ransom or to sell, we can't afford to kidnap the run-of-the-mill..."
"Let's go then. Yuki is still waiting behind the wheel..."
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The travel in the back of the van was uncomfortable, to say the least. Bound hand and foot, Klenia and Shayna were seated against the metallic compartment of the vehicle. They weren't gagged, but it wasn't going to do them any good...
“This is bad...” Shayna whispered to her girlfriend. “I knew this escapade would end badly, but...”
“We've already faced worst odds. We'll manage to pull through! Like always!”
“And then what?” Shayna retorted.
There was a pause, then the blonde told what was in her heart:
“Is this going to be our life? Will we spend all our time looking over our shoulders, afraid to come across the authorities or more nutjobs after our blood?”
For once, Klenia didn't find something to answer.
The rest of the trip proceeded in deafening silence.
Time passed.
Then the vehicle stopped. Did they arrive?
Lizéa opened the van's backdoor. “We're almost there. However, before that, we'll have to make sure that you don't make a fuss...” She was holding a piece of rag and a small bottle. “Time to take a nap...”
.) As you may have guessed, inspiration for this partly came from Tirepanted's quick spin-off To Steal a Sports Team. However, I only wanted to keep the same premise of starting with the handball team with which the previous story was concluded. Unfortunately, there won't be any more handball girl. They have served their purpose.
Also, Selena's the kind of person who simply goes with the flow, as proven by the fact that she's a little nostalgic of her time in the army where things were simpler and the officers were telling her what to do (oops, spoilers for this post). Max is useful in the story in the sense that he makes Reka's comeback a possibility, and I like writing some of his lines. Alone, Selena wouldn't be able to plan all this. 
