Party Crasher Pt1

[Stormtrooper1990]

This will be the first of a few prologue stories, using Original Characters that I introduced in my earlier stories. This will introduce a serial I want to write about the Shadow Initiative. This first story features Operative Vesper our mistress of toxins, fresh from the bar winners hit. So without any further ado...

Chapter 1 Of Assassin's and Billionaire's

Night was Operative Vespers favourite time of day, the sound of crickets chirruping in the breeze, a nocturnal orchestra. The stars overhead glinting like diamonds and the moon cloaking the earth in shadow. For a former Mossad agent and now elite assassin, this was perfect. Fresh from the Buchanan hit in Washington DC, Vesper's latest hit had taken her from the concrete jungle of America's Capital, to the tropical paradise of Bermuda, or more accurately Vance's Island. So named after the eccentric American billionaire and eco-industrialist Carter Vance, the man who the Shadow Initiative had been hired to kill by a Senior FBI agent of the counter-terrorism task force. Vance was in truth using his eco-energy company as a front, to ship weapons to terrorists around the world and laundering drugs and money for the Mexican cartels, getting fat from the proceeds. The FBI couldn't touch him since his massive wealth, could buy him a legion of lawyers and the charges would disappear. So a senior fed had turned to less legal means, to see that the bastard got his due, and he didn't care what it took, as long as the Job got done .Vesper's mission was twofold, the first objective was to infiltrate the gala ball he was throwing tonight for his investors, stock holders, and rich criminal associates in his private villa, then assassinate him. The second was to retrieve a detailed list of Vance's buyers and contacts to bring his corrupt network down. Vesper really couldn't care less for the politics, that's what got her thrown out of the Mossad. Nor was she in it the money .She was here for the job.

According to his dossier, Vance had the original inhabitants of the island evicted a year ago when brought it for $250,000,000 and had bussed in his own staff from the states. However, being the eccentric American he was, Vance had a weakness for playboy bunny girls. He would pay an obscene amount of his personal fortune just to have them flown over and dance for him at these parties. That Vesper decided was her ticket in. Currently, she was positioned in a hide at the side of the road in the tree line, located behind the service entrance. There a group of bunny girl's where waiting to go in, shivering in their strapless black bodysuits and fishnets despite the black blazers they wore, their heads crowned with black bunny ears. Their throats adorned with clip on black bow ties, with matching clip on sleeves. How they managed to walk in those ridiculous shoes, Vesper never knew. But she needed one of those outfits. Fortunately for Vesper, One had become separated from the group of 5, in a stroke of luck she had darted close to Vesper's position, out of view of the others, looking distraught. She stopped close in front of Vesper, and begun to have a quiet heated argument with someone on her phone. Vesper had already appraised the young woman, she was a sexy latina with long dark brown hair and almond shaped hazel eyes. She had generous C-cup breasts, no doubt assisted by her push up bodice. Her pert, well shaped buttocks were defined by the cut of her bodice and criss-crossed by her fishnets, although not helped by the fluffy white tail sticking out between her cheeks. She was more or less Vesper's size, she took out a vial of her own special blend of toxin, the same she had used in DC, and coated a white cloth with the deadly substance. Vesper then crept behind the hapless girl, moving in for the kill.

Michelle Herrara was having another heated argument with her boyfriend, that asshole again questioning her employment choices. " How dare you call me a prostitute, pendejo. This gig will bring in more denero then you earn in a year. No, you fuck off! When I get home you and I are --" she never got to tell her boyfriend she was leaving him, as she felt a cloth being pressed against her mouth, a strong arm around her midriff. She quickly expired from the toxic fumes, slumping into her killer's arms. All thoughts of her boyfriend faded into the night.

Vesper dragged the dead girl into the tree line and walked over to her fallen mobile, picking it up, and ending the call. Kneeling down beside her, Vesper stripped naked. First she removed, the bunny ears, slipping them on her head and clip bow tie and cuffs and clipped them on herself. Next she maneuvered the dead girl into a seated position and slipped off the blazer from around the bunny girl's shoulders. Vesper unzipped the bodice, exposing the dead girl's firm breasts, with small dark brown areolas and tanned skin. She was amazed that under the bodice, the dead girl was wearing no panties. Her intimate zone, under the fishnets was clean shaven but beautiful. After she removed the high heels, Vesper peeled off the fishnet tights and slipped them on herself. She got dressed in the rest of the outfit, leaving the dead bunny girl completely naked. There was one thing left to do. Vesper had taken out a double triggered needle gun the hilt of which was filled with strange green fluid, from her bag.

This was the latest thing from R&D. They had asked Vesper to trial it in the field, for research data. They had called it the mimic gun, according to them, using an infiltration targets blood and miniature nano-bots. Would allow them to assume the appearance of the deceased subject, for an hour, maybe two, they really didn't know. Vesper wasn't sure either, it sounded like science fiction but if it helped her complete the mission... Vesper, turned the naked corpse of the girl on her back and plunged the needle into her buttocks and drew blood. Satisfied that she the correct dosage, she released the needle then held it against her jugular. "Well here goes nothing" She released the catch and pressed the second plunger. At first she felt indescribable pain, it took all her military training to resist the urge to yell out. She could feel her facial features changing, her hair darkened and grew, her skin darkened. Her body was slowly filling out her stolen outfit, until it fit her like a glove. After what felt like an eternity, she looked down, her hands no longer pale and white but tanned. She felt her face and laughed. It had worked! She was an exact copy of Michelle Herrara. Leaving the nude corpse of the real bunny girl hidden in the tree line, Vesper walked towards the service entrance.

" Finally, Michelle. We're have you been?" A harried looking blonde approached Vesper. "You know, usual boyfriend trouble. No big deal." She gestured using the stolen mobile. Surprised to hear a voice not her own. The blonde softened her expression, touching Vesper's shoulder " You know, Honey, you should leave that prick." Vesper smiled " Yeah, he and I are so through." That felt really weird. " OK, come on girls. Vance is not going to dance tables by himself." Vesper followed the troupe of bunnies into the villa. Phase one complete.

[simon4242]

sigh another fatal uniform steal.... its turning into women killing other women for their disguise ...... hardly mugging......

[FemaleSpy]

This will be the first of a few prologue stories, using Original Characters that I introduced in my earlier stories. This will introduce a serial I want to write about the Shadow Initiative. This first story features Operative Vesper our mistress of toxins, fresh from the bar winners hit. So without any further ado...

Chapter 1 Of Assassin's and Billionaire's

Night was Operative Vespers favourite time of day, the sound of crickets chirruping in the breeze, a nocturnal orchestra. The stars overhead glinting like diamonds and the moon cloaking the earth in shadow. For a former Mossad agent and now elite assassin, this was perfect. Fresh from the Buchanan hit in Washington DC, Vesper's latest hit had taken her from the concrete jungle of America's Capital, to the tropical paradise of Bermuda, or more accurately Vance's Island. So named after the eccentric American billionaire and eco-industrialist Carter Vance, the man who the Shadow Initiative had been hired to kill by a Senior FBI agent of the counter-terrorism task force. Vance was in truth using his eco-energy company as a front, to ship weapons to terrorists around the world and laundering drugs and money for the Mexican cartels, getting fat from the proceeds. The FBI couldn't touch him since his massive wealth, could buy him a legion of lawyers and the charges would disappear. So a senior fed had turned to less legal means, to see that the bastard got his due, and he didn't care what it took, as long as the Job got done .Vesper's mission was twofold, the first objective was to infiltrate the gala ball he was throwing tonight for his investors, stock holders, and rich criminal associates in his private villa, then assassinate him. The second was to retrieve a detailed list of Vance's buyers and contacts to bring his corrupt network down. Vesper really couldn't care less for the politics, that's what got her thrown out of the Mossad. Nor was she in it the money .She was here for the job.

According to his dossier, Vance had the original inhabitants of the island evicted a year ago when brought it for $250,000,000 and had bussed in his own staff from the states. However, being the eccentric American he was, Vance had a weakness for playboy bunny girls. He would pay an obscene amount of his personal fortune just to have them flown over and dance for him at these parties. That Vesper decided was her ticket in. Currently, she was positioned in a hide at the side of the road in the tree line, located behind the service entrance. There a group of bunny girl's where waiting to go in, shivering in their strapless black bodysuits and fishnets despite the black blazers they wore, their heads crowned with black bunny ears. Their throats adorned with clip on black bow ties, with matching clip on sleeves. How they managed to walk in those ridiculous shoes, Vesper never knew. But she needed one of those outfits. Fortunately for Vesper, One had become separated from the group of 5, in a stroke of luck she had darted close to Vesper's position, out of view of the others, looking distraught. She stopped close in front of Vesper, and begun to have a quiet heated argument with someone on her phone. Vesper had already appraised the young woman, she was a sexy latina with long dark brown hair and almond shaped hazel eyes. She had generous C-cup breasts, no doubt assisted by her push up bodice. Her pert, well shaped buttocks were defined by the cut of her bodice and criss-crossed by her fishnets, although not helped by the fluffy white tail sticking out between her cheeks. She was more or less Vesper's size, she took out a vial of her own special blend of toxin, the same she had used in DC, and coated a white cloth with the deadly substance. Vesper then crept behind the hapless girl, moving in for the kill.

Michelle Herrara was having another heated argument with her boyfriend, that asshole again questioning her employment choices. " How dare you call me a prostitute, pendejo. This gig will bring in more denero then you earn in a year. No, you fuck off! When I get home you and I are --" she never got to tell her boyfriend she was leaving him, as she felt a cloth being pressed against her mouth, a strong arm around her midriff. She quickly expired from the toxic fumes, slumping into her killer's arms. All thoughts of her boyfriend faded into the night.

Vesper dragged the dead girl into the tree line and walked over to her fallen mobile, picking it up, and ending the call. Kneeling down beside her, Vesper stripped naked. First she removed, the bunny ears, slipping them on her head and clip bow tie and cuffs and clipped them on herself. Next she maneuvered the dead girl into a seated position and slipped off the blazer from around the bunny girl's shoulders. Vesper unzipped the bodice, exposing the dead girl's firm breasts, with small dark brown areolas and tanned skin. She was amazed that under the bodice, the dead girl was wearing no panties. Her intimate zone, under the fishnets was clean shaven but beautiful. After she removed the high heels, Vesper peeled off the fishnet tights and slipped them on herself. She got dressed in the rest of the outfit, leaving the dead bunny girl completely naked. There was one thing left to do. Vesper had taken out a double triggered needle gun the hilt of which was filled with strange green fluid, from her bag.

This was the latest thing from R&D. They had asked Vesper to trial it in the field, for research data. They had called it the mimic gun, according to them, using an infiltration targets blood and miniature nano-bots. Would allow them to assume the appearance of the deceased subject, for an hour, maybe two, they really didn't know. Vesper wasn't sure either, it sounded like science fiction but if it helped her complete the mission... Vesper, turned the naked corpse of the girl on her back and plunged the needle into her buttocks and drew blood. Satisfied that she the correct dosage, she released the needle then held it against her jugular. "Well here goes nothing" She released the catch and pressed the second plunger. At first she felt indescribable pain, it took all her military training to resist the urge to yell out. She could feel her facial features changing, her hair darkened and grew, her skin darkened. Her body was slowly filling out her stolen outfit, until it fit her like a glove. After what felt like an eternity, she looked down, her hands no longer pale and white but tanned. She felt her face and laughed. It had worked! She was an exact copy of Michelle Herrara. Leaving the nude corpse of the real bunny girl hidden in the tree line, Vesper walked towards the service entrance.

" Finally, Michelle. We're have you been?" A harried looking blonde approached Vesper. "You know, usual boyfriend trouble. No big deal." She gestured using the stolen mobile. Surprised to hear a voice not her own. The blonde softened her expression, touching Vesper's shoulder " You know, Honey, you should leave that prick." Vesper smiled " Yeah, he and I are so through." That felt really weird. " OK, come on girls. Vance is not going to dance tables by himself." Vesper followed the troupe of bunnies into the villa. Phase one complete.

Aha, that's goos begin, i see inspiration from pistol DNA from Pixiv and story with replacement redhead Bunny from USB, right? )

[Stormtrooper1990]

Actually, this all come from my own imagination. I was looking at some of the stories on the board and read some comments by members, that there wasn't many bunny girl uniform thefts out there. I decided that my first story should redress that.

Part two will feature another steal. I was inspired by a picture in the Uniform women and girls sub-forum.

[FemaleSpy]

Actually, this all come from my own imagination. I was looking at some of the stories on the board and read some comments by members, that there wasn't many bunny girl uniform thefts out there. I decided that my first story should redress that.

Part two will feature another steal. I was inspired by a picture in the Uniform women and girls sub-forum.

Yep, just see some old stuff Sound, so good what someone use that's all again

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks mate, I love the works of Sound man, zxh197905, deadly sunburn and many others but they take a while to update. Which is very understandable.

I think while we wait, we must make our own content, to keep the genre alive and become inspirations to each other.

Think about clothes stealing too, aliens, terminators and sexy vampiresses, female shapeshifters. They all need at some point to steal some poor woman's clothes. Let's write about them. Or poser stories about them.

[simon4242]

do we have to kill them tho.......just saying.......

[FemaleSpy]

Thanks mate, I love the works of Sound man, zxh197905, deadly sunburn and many others but they take a while to update. Which is very understandable.

I think while we wait, we must make our own content, to keep the genre alive and become inspirations to each other.

Think about clothes stealing too, aliens, terminators and sexy vampiresses, female shapeshifters. They all need at some point to steal some poor woman's clothes. Let's write about them. Or poser stories about them.

Yep, that's true, but sadly you not have art or Artist for good writing stories

[Stormtrooper1990]

these characters are assassins. I want to create characters that are not heroes, but antiheroes. They will have their flaws but I think it makes for a much better story and complex and believable characters.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone. I'm not really into bondage and prefer lethal to non-lethal. I'm not into extreme violence, so there will be no pixiv style gore.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I think, writing is its own reward. To bring a story to life using images is great.

But if you are like me and don't have access to poser software, you go with your imagination. And sometimes it can be the next best thing.