Party Crasher Pt2
Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2023 9:18 pm
Here comes part 2. Vesper now as to get Vance alone, kill him, secure the data and exfiltrate without blowing her cover. Without further ado...
Vesper and the group of bunny girl's approached the rear service entrance, it's double doors flanked by two heavily build men in black suits, that had a badge of a diving bird of prey with a sword clutched in its talons, pinned on their lapels. The Silver Eagle Battalion, Vesper had read in her briefing that Vance had hired 50 of them as his private security on the island. They were a Private Military Contractor, based in the US that recruited men and women from the US or Western armed forces. Generally those who, like Vesper, had been dishonourably discharged from the military. They had a reputation for ruthless efficiency and not fucking around. Vesper smiled grimly , she could have been one of them. She gave them a quick appraisal, Vesper could tell they were packing, each carrying both a pistol and SMGs under their monkey suits, between them. As the group approached, the bald guard on the left spoke up with a gruff German Accent " You are late, you've been standing there for 15 minutes, now you want to come in. Hmph." The bearded guard on the right rolled his eyes "Relax, Gunther. Seriously, sorry ladies. Perhaps you give us one dance, on the house." He spoke with a Canadian lilt. The blonde who made herself leader of their group spoke, shaking her head. " Get lost, Jarhead. We are here to dance for Mr Vance, or perhaps you would like to explain to him why you've made us even more late." Dismissing him with a wave of her hand. Vesper, had to admit she was becoming more attracted to the blonde by the minute, as soon as the thought arose she shook it from her mind. Feelings like this, lead to painful memories. The sound of the bearded guards voice, brought her back to the present. " Fine, get in already. But if speak to me like that again, Bitch, it will be wishing it was Vance who was doing the drilling. " As the troupe filed in, Vesper threw the guard a contemptuous look. "What? You have something you wanna say ,bitch?" She said nothing but decided if she saw this guard again, she would kill him.
As the troupe, entered the villa. They were greeted by a waitress. Vesper saw that she was pretty, with blue eyes, high cheekbones and a slightly square jaw. She wore her brown hair in a low ponytail with blonde highlights, drawn tight to the base of the back of her head. Her uniform, wasn't exactly standard for wait staff. She wore a tight white shirt, that seemed to be made to emphasise her C-cup bust more then her comfort, cinched at the neck by a bow tie. At her waist, she wore a black pencil skirt that barely came down to her thighs above her knees, it did do good things for her long legs and hips. At her feet, high heels that looked a size to small. She wore no name tag, it seems Vance treated his help more like objects, then people. "Hi good evening, ladies. My name is Amanda. Now I know you are a little late, but Vance held off the party just so you girl's can dance." She had a pleasant, if annoying Midwest American accent. " Now I assume that you guys now the score." The blonde de-facto leader of their little group spoke up. " Yeah. a friend of mine who's been here, said we dance for him. He then picks the one he likes the most. Then he has their way with them." She sounded less then enthusiastic at the proposition. Vesper could relate. The waitress shifted her feet uncomfortably " Well yeah. I'am told he's quite the ladies man." The blonde laughed "Speaking form experience are we, sweetie?" The waitresses face flushed red, embarrassed, she stormed off. The blonde turned to the group. "Come on ladies, let's get up their and start shaking our asses." Vesper, wasn't too worried. She took dance classes in her youth before... 'No Vesper, don't go there. Too painful' She shook her thought from her head, and returned to the mission. She was an expert in Krav Maga, the Israeli martial art. There, they were taught how to move with grace and fluidity. Yes, she could ace this, and Vance will be all hers.
As soon as the troupe of bunnies got onto the stage, a gong was sounded and the clamour of the voices of 50 guests was suddenly silenced. All the guests turned to the grand staircase, as a female voice announced their host." Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you. Your generous host, Carter Vance."
Suddenly, spot lights illuminated a tall young man, standing on the landing. He had balding blonde hair, wore square spectacles and a purple suit, under which he wore a white shirt and matching tie, but around his neck, he wore a cord. Vesper couldn't she what was on the end of it, it was tucked into his shirt, but she made a note of it. He greeted his guests, like a Roman emperor as he walked down the stairs. A shiver ran down Vesper's spine, this was the first she had seen him, and she wanted to end to the creep. He proceeded to walk towards the front of the stage, and sat down on a couch reserved solely for him. Vesper noted that Amanda the waitress had returned by his side. He looked forward, and simply said "Begin", snapping his fingers with impatience. Vesper, lined up with the other bunnies and began to gyrate to 'I believe in miracles'. Vesper, gyrated as much as possible to the music, timing the thrusts of her tits and arse to the beat of the song. She threw looks and the odd kiss at Vance, but not overdoing it. Amanda looked away. Has the music faded, Vesper believed she done enough to get the bastard alone. Vance get up and made a show of deciding, like he was some kid in a sweet shop, fussing over toffee or liquorice. Finally after what seemed an implausible amount of time, Vance held his hands up. " Well Ladies and Gentleman, they sure gave it their all. But you all no me, I have a weakness, for sexy Latinas!" He pointed at Vesper. The gave a huge round of applause. Vesper made a great show of surprise, putting on her best actress impression. " How my god, Mr Vance. I don't what to say?! I would be be honoured. " The sound and timbre of the dead woman's voice still felt awkward to her. Quite a few of the bunnies gave her seething looks, the blonde leader nodded, threw Vesper a sympathetic look and mouthed. "Good Luck." Vance held her hand and led her off the stage. " What's your name. Honey? Vesper fluttered her eyelashes, feeling quite sick " Michelle Herrara. Mr Vance." Vance smiled, putting a hand around her waist and gently squeezed her arse. It took all of Vesper's self control, not to snap his neck there and then. " Well Ms Herrara and I are going to acquainted." That drew laughter from the crowd. "Please enjoy the rest of the party." The crowd dispersed, as Amanda the waitress sauntered up. " Shall I get the usual party favours sir?" Vance twitched and looked impatient. " Yes, Yes. Be snappy about it, Mandy. I need a fix before I fuck." As Vesper saw Amanda shoot off, she smiled. The waitress could be her way out of here. " Come on, sweet cheeks." He lead Vesper up the staircase, towards his bedroom. Phase 2 complete, thought Vesper.
As they entered, Vance's bedroom.Vesper noted that he had an obsession with the colour red, the carpet was red, the wallpaper was red. Even the heart shaped bed had a red bedspread. She grimaced, her Krav Mara training kicked in, looking for an implement to strike him down with. There, an ornamental cupid on the table in front of her. As she walked silently forward, to pick it up. Vance, with his back to her spoke. " So do you partake, in the good stuff. You know. Coke." Vesper hid her disgust well. They were a crutch, for a weak mind. " No, I have other vices. Darker Impulses." She said , as she silently crept up behind him, tacky cupid in her right hand. "Is that right, why don't take that dress off now and show me." That was all she could stand. Before he turned around, she hit him on the back off the head. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his head. Before he could call for his guard, she turned him over, and straddling him, with the edge of her palm struck him twice in the throat in quick succession. The first blow, crushed his windpipe, the second broke his hyoid bone. Vesper smiled as she heard the satisfying sound of the crack " Dream on, Prick." She ripped open his shirt, and found a dongle. This was it, his contact list, the FBI chief was right, he did keep it close to him. Has she rose from Vance's corpse, she could feel her stolen appearance was reverting back to her old self. She let out a sigh of relief, it was good to see her face again. She stripped her stolen bunny costume, it's value as a disguise now ended Standing there naked, she needed an exit strategy, she needed clothes. A knock at the door, broke her from her thoughts. The waitress, Amanda. Knowing what she had to do. She looped the dongle around her neck, and took up ambush position by the door. Her naked body, honed like a knife. She called the waitress in. " Come in honey, he needs his pick-me-up."
As Amanda, opened the door, walked in and closed it , she saw the dead body of her employer on the carpet. His shirt torn open. Before she could scream, she felt a hand clamp around her mouth, and another held the platter she was carrying. In one short, quick pull to the right Vesper broke Amanda's neck. While balancing the platter with cocaine and champagne with her left. Vesper held the corpse of Amanda upright, while she set the platter on the cabinet beside the door. Once that was done, she dragged the waitresses corpse to the bed. And began to strip her. She unclipped the fake bow tie from around her neck, and unbuttoned her tight white shirt. The girl was wearing a white lace wonderbra, that helped to support her already buoyant cleavage. Vesper reached around Amanda's waist and unzipped the dead girl's pencil skirt, working it off her hips and slipping off it off her long legs. The waitress was wearing matching white lacy shorts that protected her modesty, Vesper slipped those off in one smooth motion and pulled them around her arse. They fit quite well. Vesper noted that Amanda had looked after herself, a fine trimmed line of light brown fuzz crowned a small, but cute womanhood. She unbuttoned, the rest of the waitresses shirt and slipped it off her limp, bare shoulders. Vesper pulled the corpse of the waitress, into a seated position on the bed, and reached around her back, unclasping the lacy bra and tugged it off the naked corpse. Exposing Amanda's, naked, perfectly formed breasts, with medium sized pink areolas. Vesper slipped the the bra on and clasped it. It seemed her and Amanda were very similar in breast size. Next she slipped off the dead girl's high heels from her naked body and put them. While they may have been small for Amanda, they fit Vesper well. She dressed in the rest of the dead waitresses uniform, as she clipped on the bow tie, Vesper thought about it and removed the scrunchie from Amanda's hair, and worked her platinum hair into a bun. She looked into the mirror and nodded, she now looked like a member of the staff. She gently pulled Amanda's naked corpse off the bed, and hid her under the bed in a foetal position. She also picked up Vance's corpse and stashed him in the wardrobe. That should buy her enough time to leave before they were discovered. She slid the two lines of cocaine off the platter into the bin, then took then platter in her left hand, and turning off the light exited the room.
Vesper, walked down the stairs with the practiced grace of a waitress. She gently worked through the crowd, even serving a couple of the guests champagne. She smiled and bade them enjoy the party. When she got to the door of the kitchen, she placed the platter behind a large indoor palm. And walked through the kitchen. She left through a side door in the kitchens. Out into the cool Carribbean night air. As she walked back to her hide to gather up her bag and depart. She heard a familiar voice behind her, it was one of the guards from the service door, the Canadian. " Hey, server. What the fuck you doing out here? The parties over there." He shone his torch in her face, his MP7 Submachine gun out at rest. Vesper, flashed him a enticing smile. "Well I wanted to get out of there, for some fresh air. Away from those pompous rich shits." The guard gave a sympathetic smile. " I hear you, honey. You want some company?" Vesper sidlied up to him " Well you never now, what might happen? I' am so glad that we have such strong, handsome men protecting us, like you." He drew closer, that's it thought Vesper. Now is the time. " That's why Mr Vance hired us, miss. We are the --" Vesper kicked him twice in his balls before he could finish, and before he could react, Vesper hit him square in the nose with the edge of her palm. Breaking his nose, and forcing the bone into his brain, killing him instantly. Vesper chuckled as she flicked off his torch and she dragged his corpse into the tree line. " I don't think he will be getting his money back" she quipped. After she dropped his corpse out of site. Vesper returned to her hide, the naked corpse of the former bunny girl still there where she left her. She hoisted her duffle bag on her shoulder, and proceeded to the docks and off the island.
She entered the safe house in Gran Bermuda, working the stolen scrunchie out of her hair. She sat down and placed a video call to the leader of Group 6 of the intiative. Roberta Crane, or the Mother . The image of a middle aged blonde woman with green eyes appeared on the screen. " What do have for me Vesper?" Vesper cleared her throat. " Assignment successful."Target eliminated, evidence secured. Three dead, two civilian, one hostile." Mother nodded. " Excellent work Vesper. Come on home. We have another assignment for you, once your get back." Vesper stretched out her arms behind her head. "Hit me, Mother. You know I'am game." She said with confidence. Mother nodded. "This one's a little different, are up for a little recruiting." Vesper's eyes widened, they had not recruited for at least three years. Not since operative Lupa. "Ok, give the details."
Vesper and the group of bunny girl's approached the rear service entrance, it's double doors flanked by two heavily build men in black suits, that had a badge of a diving bird of prey with a sword clutched in its talons, pinned on their lapels. The Silver Eagle Battalion, Vesper had read in her briefing that Vance had hired 50 of them as his private security on the island. They were a Private Military Contractor, based in the US that recruited men and women from the US or Western armed forces. Generally those who, like Vesper, had been dishonourably discharged from the military. They had a reputation for ruthless efficiency and not fucking around. Vesper smiled grimly , she could have been one of them. She gave them a quick appraisal, Vesper could tell they were packing, each carrying both a pistol and SMGs under their monkey suits, between them. As the group approached, the bald guard on the left spoke up with a gruff German Accent " You are late, you've been standing there for 15 minutes, now you want to come in. Hmph." The bearded guard on the right rolled his eyes "Relax, Gunther. Seriously, sorry ladies. Perhaps you give us one dance, on the house." He spoke with a Canadian lilt. The blonde who made herself leader of their group spoke, shaking her head. " Get lost, Jarhead. We are here to dance for Mr Vance, or perhaps you would like to explain to him why you've made us even more late." Dismissing him with a wave of her hand. Vesper, had to admit she was becoming more attracted to the blonde by the minute, as soon as the thought arose she shook it from her mind. Feelings like this, lead to painful memories. The sound of the bearded guards voice, brought her back to the present. " Fine, get in already. But if speak to me like that again, Bitch, it will be wishing it was Vance who was doing the drilling. " As the troupe filed in, Vesper threw the guard a contemptuous look. "What? You have something you wanna say ,bitch?" She said nothing but decided if she saw this guard again, she would kill him.
As the troupe, entered the villa. They were greeted by a waitress. Vesper saw that she was pretty, with blue eyes, high cheekbones and a slightly square jaw. She wore her brown hair in a low ponytail with blonde highlights, drawn tight to the base of the back of her head. Her uniform, wasn't exactly standard for wait staff. She wore a tight white shirt, that seemed to be made to emphasise her C-cup bust more then her comfort, cinched at the neck by a bow tie. At her waist, she wore a black pencil skirt that barely came down to her thighs above her knees, it did do good things for her long legs and hips. At her feet, high heels that looked a size to small. She wore no name tag, it seems Vance treated his help more like objects, then people. "Hi good evening, ladies. My name is Amanda. Now I know you are a little late, but Vance held off the party just so you girl's can dance." She had a pleasant, if annoying Midwest American accent. " Now I assume that you guys now the score." The blonde de-facto leader of their little group spoke up. " Yeah. a friend of mine who's been here, said we dance for him. He then picks the one he likes the most. Then he has their way with them." She sounded less then enthusiastic at the proposition. Vesper could relate. The waitress shifted her feet uncomfortably " Well yeah. I'am told he's quite the ladies man." The blonde laughed "Speaking form experience are we, sweetie?" The waitresses face flushed red, embarrassed, she stormed off. The blonde turned to the group. "Come on ladies, let's get up their and start shaking our asses." Vesper, wasn't too worried. She took dance classes in her youth before... 'No Vesper, don't go there. Too painful' She shook her thought from her head, and returned to the mission. She was an expert in Krav Maga, the Israeli martial art. There, they were taught how to move with grace and fluidity. Yes, she could ace this, and Vance will be all hers.
As soon as the troupe of bunnies got onto the stage, a gong was sounded and the clamour of the voices of 50 guests was suddenly silenced. All the guests turned to the grand staircase, as a female voice announced their host." Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you. Your generous host, Carter Vance."
Suddenly, spot lights illuminated a tall young man, standing on the landing. He had balding blonde hair, wore square spectacles and a purple suit, under which he wore a white shirt and matching tie, but around his neck, he wore a cord. Vesper couldn't she what was on the end of it, it was tucked into his shirt, but she made a note of it. He greeted his guests, like a Roman emperor as he walked down the stairs. A shiver ran down Vesper's spine, this was the first she had seen him, and she wanted to end to the creep. He proceeded to walk towards the front of the stage, and sat down on a couch reserved solely for him. Vesper noted that Amanda the waitress had returned by his side. He looked forward, and simply said "Begin", snapping his fingers with impatience. Vesper, lined up with the other bunnies and began to gyrate to 'I believe in miracles'. Vesper, gyrated as much as possible to the music, timing the thrusts of her tits and arse to the beat of the song. She threw looks and the odd kiss at Vance, but not overdoing it. Amanda looked away. Has the music faded, Vesper believed she done enough to get the bastard alone. Vance get up and made a show of deciding, like he was some kid in a sweet shop, fussing over toffee or liquorice. Finally after what seemed an implausible amount of time, Vance held his hands up. " Well Ladies and Gentleman, they sure gave it their all. But you all no me, I have a weakness, for sexy Latinas!" He pointed at Vesper. The gave a huge round of applause. Vesper made a great show of surprise, putting on her best actress impression. " How my god, Mr Vance. I don't what to say?! I would be be honoured. " The sound and timbre of the dead woman's voice still felt awkward to her. Quite a few of the bunnies gave her seething looks, the blonde leader nodded, threw Vesper a sympathetic look and mouthed. "Good Luck." Vance held her hand and led her off the stage. " What's your name. Honey? Vesper fluttered her eyelashes, feeling quite sick " Michelle Herrara. Mr Vance." Vance smiled, putting a hand around her waist and gently squeezed her arse. It took all of Vesper's self control, not to snap his neck there and then. " Well Ms Herrara and I are going to acquainted." That drew laughter from the crowd. "Please enjoy the rest of the party." The crowd dispersed, as Amanda the waitress sauntered up. " Shall I get the usual party favours sir?" Vance twitched and looked impatient. " Yes, Yes. Be snappy about it, Mandy. I need a fix before I fuck." As Vesper saw Amanda shoot off, she smiled. The waitress could be her way out of here. " Come on, sweet cheeks." He lead Vesper up the staircase, towards his bedroom. Phase 2 complete, thought Vesper.
As they entered, Vance's bedroom.Vesper noted that he had an obsession with the colour red, the carpet was red, the wallpaper was red. Even the heart shaped bed had a red bedspread. She grimaced, her Krav Mara training kicked in, looking for an implement to strike him down with. There, an ornamental cupid on the table in front of her. As she walked silently forward, to pick it up. Vance, with his back to her spoke. " So do you partake, in the good stuff. You know. Coke." Vesper hid her disgust well. They were a crutch, for a weak mind. " No, I have other vices. Darker Impulses." She said , as she silently crept up behind him, tacky cupid in her right hand. "Is that right, why don't take that dress off now and show me." That was all she could stand. Before he turned around, she hit him on the back off the head. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his head. Before he could call for his guard, she turned him over, and straddling him, with the edge of her palm struck him twice in the throat in quick succession. The first blow, crushed his windpipe, the second broke his hyoid bone. Vesper smiled as she heard the satisfying sound of the crack " Dream on, Prick." She ripped open his shirt, and found a dongle. This was it, his contact list, the FBI chief was right, he did keep it close to him. Has she rose from Vance's corpse, she could feel her stolen appearance was reverting back to her old self. She let out a sigh of relief, it was good to see her face again. She stripped her stolen bunny costume, it's value as a disguise now ended Standing there naked, she needed an exit strategy, she needed clothes. A knock at the door, broke her from her thoughts. The waitress, Amanda. Knowing what she had to do. She looped the dongle around her neck, and took up ambush position by the door. Her naked body, honed like a knife. She called the waitress in. " Come in honey, he needs his pick-me-up."
As Amanda, opened the door, walked in and closed it , she saw the dead body of her employer on the carpet. His shirt torn open. Before she could scream, she felt a hand clamp around her mouth, and another held the platter she was carrying. In one short, quick pull to the right Vesper broke Amanda's neck. While balancing the platter with cocaine and champagne with her left. Vesper held the corpse of Amanda upright, while she set the platter on the cabinet beside the door. Once that was done, she dragged the waitresses corpse to the bed. And began to strip her. She unclipped the fake bow tie from around her neck, and unbuttoned her tight white shirt. The girl was wearing a white lace wonderbra, that helped to support her already buoyant cleavage. Vesper reached around Amanda's waist and unzipped the dead girl's pencil skirt, working it off her hips and slipping off it off her long legs. The waitress was wearing matching white lacy shorts that protected her modesty, Vesper slipped those off in one smooth motion and pulled them around her arse. They fit quite well. Vesper noted that Amanda had looked after herself, a fine trimmed line of light brown fuzz crowned a small, but cute womanhood. She unbuttoned, the rest of the waitresses shirt and slipped it off her limp, bare shoulders. Vesper pulled the corpse of the waitress, into a seated position on the bed, and reached around her back, unclasping the lacy bra and tugged it off the naked corpse. Exposing Amanda's, naked, perfectly formed breasts, with medium sized pink areolas. Vesper slipped the the bra on and clasped it. It seemed her and Amanda were very similar in breast size. Next she slipped off the dead girl's high heels from her naked body and put them. While they may have been small for Amanda, they fit Vesper well. She dressed in the rest of the dead waitresses uniform, as she clipped on the bow tie, Vesper thought about it and removed the scrunchie from Amanda's hair, and worked her platinum hair into a bun. She looked into the mirror and nodded, she now looked like a member of the staff. She gently pulled Amanda's naked corpse off the bed, and hid her under the bed in a foetal position. She also picked up Vance's corpse and stashed him in the wardrobe. That should buy her enough time to leave before they were discovered. She slid the two lines of cocaine off the platter into the bin, then took then platter in her left hand, and turning off the light exited the room.
Vesper, walked down the stairs with the practiced grace of a waitress. She gently worked through the crowd, even serving a couple of the guests champagne. She smiled and bade them enjoy the party. When she got to the door of the kitchen, she placed the platter behind a large indoor palm. And walked through the kitchen. She left through a side door in the kitchens. Out into the cool Carribbean night air. As she walked back to her hide to gather up her bag and depart. She heard a familiar voice behind her, it was one of the guards from the service door, the Canadian. " Hey, server. What the fuck you doing out here? The parties over there." He shone his torch in her face, his MP7 Submachine gun out at rest. Vesper, flashed him a enticing smile. "Well I wanted to get out of there, for some fresh air. Away from those pompous rich shits." The guard gave a sympathetic smile. " I hear you, honey. You want some company?" Vesper sidlied up to him " Well you never now, what might happen? I' am so glad that we have such strong, handsome men protecting us, like you." He drew closer, that's it thought Vesper. Now is the time. " That's why Mr Vance hired us, miss. We are the --" Vesper kicked him twice in his balls before he could finish, and before he could react, Vesper hit him square in the nose with the edge of her palm. Breaking his nose, and forcing the bone into his brain, killing him instantly. Vesper chuckled as she flicked off his torch and she dragged his corpse into the tree line. " I don't think he will be getting his money back" she quipped. After she dropped his corpse out of site. Vesper returned to her hide, the naked corpse of the former bunny girl still there where she left her. She hoisted her duffle bag on her shoulder, and proceeded to the docks and off the island.
She entered the safe house in Gran Bermuda, working the stolen scrunchie out of her hair. She sat down and placed a video call to the leader of Group 6 of the intiative. Roberta Crane, or the Mother . The image of a middle aged blonde woman with green eyes appeared on the screen. " What do have for me Vesper?" Vesper cleared her throat. " Assignment successful."Target eliminated, evidence secured. Three dead, two civilian, one hostile." Mother nodded. " Excellent work Vesper. Come on home. We have another assignment for you, once your get back." Vesper stretched out her arms behind her head. "Hit me, Mother. You know I'am game." She said with confidence. Mother nodded. "This one's a little different, are up for a little recruiting." Vesper's eyes widened, they had not recruited for at least three years. Not since operative Lupa. "Ok, give the details."
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