Showstopper:- A 94 story
Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2023 9:28 pm
Continuing in their campaign against the Shadow Initiative, Darkwatch as sent 94 to Paris to assassinate Dalia Margolis, and to steal her client list, to allow Darkwatch to seize control of her private intelligence network. Again I would like to thank Blue-cynthia for her invaluable assistance in creating this story, now without any further ado.
94 stood outside the front doors of the manor, with all manner of fashionable men and women walking up the red carpet. Occasionally blinded by the flash of paparazzi cameras, or camera phones. She was dressed this evening in a formal black business suit, under which she wore a formal white shirt. The crackling in her ear, announced the now familiar Australian accent of her handler Callista Fairchild. " Good Evening, 94 and welcome to Paris, the city of light. This evening, she is playing host to an exclusive product launch by Silken Dreams, the lingerie brand, owned by Dalia Margolis. And she is your target for tonight. Dalia, believe it or not, was a former case officer for the Mossad. She went private and formed her own private intelligence network, of which the SI happens to be one of her biggest clients. Your objective, 94 is two fold. One, eliminate Dalia by any means necessary and two steal her client list. With this list, Darkwatch can seize control of the largest private intelligence network on Earth, and we eliminate the SI's ability to co-ordinate their global operations effectively. This is will be a big win for us, 94. I have also some further intelligence, the supermodel Helga Kruger is in attendance. She is a close confidant of Dalia. And as coincidence would have it, she is a dead ringer for you." 94 chuckled "Now your just making this up." She could hear Fairchild's grin as she replied " Go have a look, if you don't believe me. I have seen her Facebook page. You have two ways into the dressing room, you can either eliminate a stylist, steal her clothes and backstage pass. Or if your feeling adventurous, 94, eliminate one of the models and steal her lingerie, that should be all the authorisation you need. The rest will be up to you. Good luck 94, and try to bring me back something nice."
94, switched off the earpiece and walked into the manor, flashing her exclusive pass at the man at the gate as walked pass " Thank you Madame, please enjoy the show." She made her way past crowds of glamorously dressed men and women, as she entered the manor and made her way to the changing rooms at the back. She noticed the heavy set security staff, barred her path with many scantily glad beautiful women beyond. To her right, in a secluded area adjacent to the entrance of the changing room, she heard a female voice. It was one of the lingerie models, a young woman, with her back to 94, speaking in rapid french to someone on her iPhone. She was dressed in matching black lace bra and thong, with a matching lace suspender belt supporting black stockings, which ended in black high heels. Her hands were covered were covered in black gloves, that reached up to her elbows. She wore a pair of dangling diamante earrings and what looked like a choker around her slender neck. She had long flowing brown hair, that reached down past her slender shoulders. 94 smiled, she was exactly her size. She slowly crept behind the unsuspecting woman, and readied her needle. With practiced efficiency, she clamped her left hand over the models mouth and with her right, stabbed her in the back of the neck downwards to avoid damaging her choker. She died instantly. 94 gently lowered the woman's corpse to the floor, picked up her phone switched it off and threw into the crate. She then stripped naked, and dumped her clothes into the crate. Kneeling beside the dead woman, she noticed that the woman was gorgeous with high cheekbones, a round face and deep brown eyes. Without wasting any further time 94 began to strip her. She began by first removing any jewellery she was wearing. putting on the diamante earrings and the black gloves, clipping on the choker last. Next she slipped off the size 4 heels, and rolling the corpse on her side unclasped the lacy bra, slipping it free of the corpse and clasping it over her naked breasts. The dead woman's breasts, were full and well developed with dark roundel shaped areolas. 94 then unclipped the stockings from the garter belt and pulled off the dead woman's lacy thong, pulling it over her vagina. 94 loved the feel of the material on her skin, feeling a flash of liberation and sexiness. She looked down at the dead woman's vagina, it was clean shaven but cute. 94 gently rolled the stockings from the dead models legs, one leg at a time and pulled them on, moving on to the suspender belt 94 slipped it off down past the pert, well shaped ass of the dead model and off the corpse. She then clipped the stockings to the suspender belt, and stepped into the high heels. 94 popped her needle down her stolen bra. She then scooped up the naked corpse of the model and dumped her into the crate. Then walked out into the changing area.
94 smiled as she passed the guard in her stolen lingerie, his eyes were more focused on her womanly assets then her face. She lapped it up as she strode into the dressing room passing similarly attired young women. It was time to see what Fairchild was talking about, if she could eliminate Kruger. She could impersonate her and get close to Margolis. As she reached the door, marked with a star with the name Helga Kruger stencilled on it, 94 overheard a conservation. It was Kruger talking to Margolis. " Helga it would be a pleasure if you join me to walk the runway, it would really help to sell this year's product line." The next voice was Kruger, " I need to get ready first, Dalia, dear. Tell you what, give me five minutes to get ready, then I will call you back. Ta-ta for now." Hearing the phone hang up, 94 smiled, this was a golden opportunity one she will not put to waste. She silently opened the door to Kruger's room and slipped inside without a sound, locking the door behind her. As 94 took out her needle from her bra and readied it, she caught a quick glance of Kruger and did a double take. She was a dead ringer for her, like Fairchild said. She could imagine the smug luck on her handlers face, it wasn't an unpleasant thought. Kruger was wearing, or more like what wasn't she wearing thought 94, a lacy black thong that showed a lot of Kruger's ass, with a bustier that covered her midriff and back but showed off her C-Cup breasts, beautifully formed and buoyant with full pale areolas. A pair of stockings held up by the bustier, covering her long longs ending a pair of high heels. The bustier was covered by a see-through silken shirt, fastened at throat by a black ribbon. A pair of diamond earrings, completed her ensemble. She crept up silently behind Kruger, swiftly 94 covered her mouth with her left hand and with her right, stabbed her in the back of her neck, careful not to to damage the silky shirt. instantly, Kruger was dead. She lowered the corpse of the supermodel from her chair, and onto the floor. 94 reluctantly stripped out of the previous lingerie outfit she had stolen, and knelt by Kruger's corpse and stripped off her lingerie. She dressed in in Helga Kruger's outfit, including her diamond earrings. And had a final look at the now naked dead supermodel, the eerie thing was that they even shared the same trimmed vagina. Feeling a slight chill down her spine, she hauled the naked corpse to her feet, and stowed it inside an empty wardrobe. 94 then sat down and after applying a little of Kruger's make-up, picked up her I-Phone and called Dalia " Dalia, dear. I'am all finished. Meet you by the runway. I'am looking forward to my close up." She said in a perfect imitation of Helga Kruger's voice. " That's great Helga, she you in few." 94 smiled, the trap was set " Ok, dear. Ta-Ta for now" she hung up as she placed her needle into her stolen thong.
94 opened the door, only to be treated by a pretty female stylist. " There you are, Ms Kruger. I will escort you to see Dalia. This way." See followed the stylist, passing crowds of journalists, eagerly snapping the fake Helga Kruger. 94 was glad that she preferred to live In the shadows. As they made their way to the runway, 94 spotted her target. Dalia was dressed for the evening in a beautiful midnight blue dress, belted at the waist with a thick leather belt. Around her neck she wore a beautiful diamond pearl necklace with matching bangles on both wrists and earrings, with high heel sandals on her feet. She wore, dark red make-up that only emphasised her beauty and deep blue eyes and had her short black hair done up in a sleek right sided quiff. 94 was expecting someone a little older, if her dossier was anything to go by. She looked to be in her early thirties. She embraced 94 with a hug while holding a glass of champagne. " Helga, my dear. I' am glad you attend the launch." 94 naturally embraced her back and pulled out gently as if she had known Dalia, her whole life. "I wouldn' t miss it Dalia, my dear." Dalia smiled and sipped her champagne " Are you ready, to strut your stuff alongside me old friend?" 94 took a glass of champagne and took a sip before setting it down. "Absolutely, let's show them what we got." Dalia set down her glass and 94's hand in hers and lead her onto the runway. " And now presenting Helga Kruger, and alongside her our host this evening, Dalia Margolis." Rang the out the MC. Together, 94 and Dalia strutted down the runway. Making the most out of her disguise 94 posed for cameras, lights flashing all around, like stars in the night sky. 94 felt a similar rush of adrenaline that she had experienced in Miami, during the race. She felt a surge of liberation, and curiously she felt sexy. 94 was enjoying herself. Smiling for the cameras, Dalia and 94 smiled gave the crowd a parting wave, as they walked off the runway and scooped up their glasses. " What would you say if went up stairs, and had a private drink, away from the spotlight." 94 sipped her champagne and smiled "I would love to Dalia, something a little better then this swill." Dalia laughed as they walked up the Staircase, to Dalia's office.
Both women walked into the office, and 94 closed the door behind her. Dalia walked over to a decanter behind her desk. 94 closely following behind, she placed her right hand down her stolen thong and readied her needle. " Do you still like a peach schnapps?" Without answering, 94 clamped one hand over Dalia's mouth and stabbed her with her needle in the back of her neck with her right. Dalia fell silent. She lowered the dead woman to the floor, and switched on her earpiece. "Target eliminated." 94 searched Dalia's desk and found what she was looking for, it was a USB dongle. " I have secured the client list." She could hear the smile in Fairchild's voice. "Excellent, work 94. Time to to come home." She looked down at Dalia's corpse, she was 94' s size and it would be a shame to waste that dress. She stripped off Kruger's lingerie, and now completely naked knelt besides Dalia's corpse and began to strip her. 94 took off her jewellery and put it on herself. She then unfastened the belt around Dalia's waist and took it off. 94 rolled the corpse on her side and unzipped the dress and pulled off of Dalia's body. This left Dalia only wearing a lacy black G-string. She had a pair of well rounded and perky breasts with small dark pink areolas. 94 slipped off the G-string with one smooth pull and pulled them on between her legs, for the third time tonight she had on sexy lace and she felt beautiful. She finally unlaced the sandal heels and slipped them on over her feet. She got dressed in Dalia's dress, and scooped up the naked corpse of the former Mossad agent and put her in the cabinet, next to her decanter. 94 then popped in the USB dongle, and her needle in Dalia's clutch bag. She then walked out of Dalia's office.
As she neared the exit, a stylist approached her" Ms Margolis, Are you leaving? We have just started showing the autumn line, and what have you done to your hair.? " 94 smiled at her " I just got called away, there is an issue at the factory, we've run of lace. And I just fancied a quick change." The Stylist sighed " Well it looks better, I hope you short out that issue at the factory. The last thing we need is a lace shortage. Good evening Ms Margolis." With that see left.
As walked out of the gate and down the street, she heard the dulcet tones of her handler. " That was a close one, nice save. Well chalk up another mission. Well done 94. You look smashing in that dress. I suppose you are keeping that one too." 94 laughed " Absolutely." She replied as she walked into the Parisian night.
94 stood outside the front doors of the manor, with all manner of fashionable men and women walking up the red carpet. Occasionally blinded by the flash of paparazzi cameras, or camera phones. She was dressed this evening in a formal black business suit, under which she wore a formal white shirt. The crackling in her ear, announced the now familiar Australian accent of her handler Callista Fairchild. " Good Evening, 94 and welcome to Paris, the city of light. This evening, she is playing host to an exclusive product launch by Silken Dreams, the lingerie brand, owned by Dalia Margolis. And she is your target for tonight. Dalia, believe it or not, was a former case officer for the Mossad. She went private and formed her own private intelligence network, of which the SI happens to be one of her biggest clients. Your objective, 94 is two fold. One, eliminate Dalia by any means necessary and two steal her client list. With this list, Darkwatch can seize control of the largest private intelligence network on Earth, and we eliminate the SI's ability to co-ordinate their global operations effectively. This is will be a big win for us, 94. I have also some further intelligence, the supermodel Helga Kruger is in attendance. She is a close confidant of Dalia. And as coincidence would have it, she is a dead ringer for you." 94 chuckled "Now your just making this up." She could hear Fairchild's grin as she replied " Go have a look, if you don't believe me. I have seen her Facebook page. You have two ways into the dressing room, you can either eliminate a stylist, steal her clothes and backstage pass. Or if your feeling adventurous, 94, eliminate one of the models and steal her lingerie, that should be all the authorisation you need. The rest will be up to you. Good luck 94, and try to bring me back something nice."
94, switched off the earpiece and walked into the manor, flashing her exclusive pass at the man at the gate as walked pass " Thank you Madame, please enjoy the show." She made her way past crowds of glamorously dressed men and women, as she entered the manor and made her way to the changing rooms at the back. She noticed the heavy set security staff, barred her path with many scantily glad beautiful women beyond. To her right, in a secluded area adjacent to the entrance of the changing room, she heard a female voice. It was one of the lingerie models, a young woman, with her back to 94, speaking in rapid french to someone on her iPhone. She was dressed in matching black lace bra and thong, with a matching lace suspender belt supporting black stockings, which ended in black high heels. Her hands were covered were covered in black gloves, that reached up to her elbows. She wore a pair of dangling diamante earrings and what looked like a choker around her slender neck. She had long flowing brown hair, that reached down past her slender shoulders. 94 smiled, she was exactly her size. She slowly crept behind the unsuspecting woman, and readied her needle. With practiced efficiency, she clamped her left hand over the models mouth and with her right, stabbed her in the back of the neck downwards to avoid damaging her choker. She died instantly. 94 gently lowered the woman's corpse to the floor, picked up her phone switched it off and threw into the crate. She then stripped naked, and dumped her clothes into the crate. Kneeling beside the dead woman, she noticed that the woman was gorgeous with high cheekbones, a round face and deep brown eyes. Without wasting any further time 94 began to strip her. She began by first removing any jewellery she was wearing. putting on the diamante earrings and the black gloves, clipping on the choker last. Next she slipped off the size 4 heels, and rolling the corpse on her side unclasped the lacy bra, slipping it free of the corpse and clasping it over her naked breasts. The dead woman's breasts, were full and well developed with dark roundel shaped areolas. 94 then unclipped the stockings from the garter belt and pulled off the dead woman's lacy thong, pulling it over her vagina. 94 loved the feel of the material on her skin, feeling a flash of liberation and sexiness. She looked down at the dead woman's vagina, it was clean shaven but cute. 94 gently rolled the stockings from the dead models legs, one leg at a time and pulled them on, moving on to the suspender belt 94 slipped it off down past the pert, well shaped ass of the dead model and off the corpse. She then clipped the stockings to the suspender belt, and stepped into the high heels. 94 popped her needle down her stolen bra. She then scooped up the naked corpse of the model and dumped her into the crate. Then walked out into the changing area.
94 smiled as she passed the guard in her stolen lingerie, his eyes were more focused on her womanly assets then her face. She lapped it up as she strode into the dressing room passing similarly attired young women. It was time to see what Fairchild was talking about, if she could eliminate Kruger. She could impersonate her and get close to Margolis. As she reached the door, marked with a star with the name Helga Kruger stencilled on it, 94 overheard a conservation. It was Kruger talking to Margolis. " Helga it would be a pleasure if you join me to walk the runway, it would really help to sell this year's product line." The next voice was Kruger, " I need to get ready first, Dalia, dear. Tell you what, give me five minutes to get ready, then I will call you back. Ta-ta for now." Hearing the phone hang up, 94 smiled, this was a golden opportunity one she will not put to waste. She silently opened the door to Kruger's room and slipped inside without a sound, locking the door behind her. As 94 took out her needle from her bra and readied it, she caught a quick glance of Kruger and did a double take. She was a dead ringer for her, like Fairchild said. She could imagine the smug luck on her handlers face, it wasn't an unpleasant thought. Kruger was wearing, or more like what wasn't she wearing thought 94, a lacy black thong that showed a lot of Kruger's ass, with a bustier that covered her midriff and back but showed off her C-Cup breasts, beautifully formed and buoyant with full pale areolas. A pair of stockings held up by the bustier, covering her long longs ending a pair of high heels. The bustier was covered by a see-through silken shirt, fastened at throat by a black ribbon. A pair of diamond earrings, completed her ensemble. She crept up silently behind Kruger, swiftly 94 covered her mouth with her left hand and with her right, stabbed her in the back of her neck, careful not to to damage the silky shirt. instantly, Kruger was dead. She lowered the corpse of the supermodel from her chair, and onto the floor. 94 reluctantly stripped out of the previous lingerie outfit she had stolen, and knelt by Kruger's corpse and stripped off her lingerie. She dressed in in Helga Kruger's outfit, including her diamond earrings. And had a final look at the now naked dead supermodel, the eerie thing was that they even shared the same trimmed vagina. Feeling a slight chill down her spine, she hauled the naked corpse to her feet, and stowed it inside an empty wardrobe. 94 then sat down and after applying a little of Kruger's make-up, picked up her I-Phone and called Dalia " Dalia, dear. I'am all finished. Meet you by the runway. I'am looking forward to my close up." She said in a perfect imitation of Helga Kruger's voice. " That's great Helga, she you in few." 94 smiled, the trap was set " Ok, dear. Ta-Ta for now" she hung up as she placed her needle into her stolen thong.
94 opened the door, only to be treated by a pretty female stylist. " There you are, Ms Kruger. I will escort you to see Dalia. This way." See followed the stylist, passing crowds of journalists, eagerly snapping the fake Helga Kruger. 94 was glad that she preferred to live In the shadows. As they made their way to the runway, 94 spotted her target. Dalia was dressed for the evening in a beautiful midnight blue dress, belted at the waist with a thick leather belt. Around her neck she wore a beautiful diamond pearl necklace with matching bangles on both wrists and earrings, with high heel sandals on her feet. She wore, dark red make-up that only emphasised her beauty and deep blue eyes and had her short black hair done up in a sleek right sided quiff. 94 was expecting someone a little older, if her dossier was anything to go by. She looked to be in her early thirties. She embraced 94 with a hug while holding a glass of champagne. " Helga, my dear. I' am glad you attend the launch." 94 naturally embraced her back and pulled out gently as if she had known Dalia, her whole life. "I wouldn' t miss it Dalia, my dear." Dalia smiled and sipped her champagne " Are you ready, to strut your stuff alongside me old friend?" 94 took a glass of champagne and took a sip before setting it down. "Absolutely, let's show them what we got." Dalia set down her glass and 94's hand in hers and lead her onto the runway. " And now presenting Helga Kruger, and alongside her our host this evening, Dalia Margolis." Rang the out the MC. Together, 94 and Dalia strutted down the runway. Making the most out of her disguise 94 posed for cameras, lights flashing all around, like stars in the night sky. 94 felt a similar rush of adrenaline that she had experienced in Miami, during the race. She felt a surge of liberation, and curiously she felt sexy. 94 was enjoying herself. Smiling for the cameras, Dalia and 94 smiled gave the crowd a parting wave, as they walked off the runway and scooped up their glasses. " What would you say if went up stairs, and had a private drink, away from the spotlight." 94 sipped her champagne and smiled "I would love to Dalia, something a little better then this swill." Dalia laughed as they walked up the Staircase, to Dalia's office.
Both women walked into the office, and 94 closed the door behind her. Dalia walked over to a decanter behind her desk. 94 closely following behind, she placed her right hand down her stolen thong and readied her needle. " Do you still like a peach schnapps?" Without answering, 94 clamped one hand over Dalia's mouth and stabbed her with her needle in the back of her neck with her right. Dalia fell silent. She lowered the dead woman to the floor, and switched on her earpiece. "Target eliminated." 94 searched Dalia's desk and found what she was looking for, it was a USB dongle. " I have secured the client list." She could hear the smile in Fairchild's voice. "Excellent, work 94. Time to to come home." She looked down at Dalia's corpse, she was 94' s size and it would be a shame to waste that dress. She stripped off Kruger's lingerie, and now completely naked knelt besides Dalia's corpse and began to strip her. 94 took off her jewellery and put it on herself. She then unfastened the belt around Dalia's waist and took it off. 94 rolled the corpse on her side and unzipped the dress and pulled off of Dalia's body. This left Dalia only wearing a lacy black G-string. She had a pair of well rounded and perky breasts with small dark pink areolas. 94 slipped off the G-string with one smooth pull and pulled them on between her legs, for the third time tonight she had on sexy lace and she felt beautiful. She finally unlaced the sandal heels and slipped them on over her feet. She got dressed in Dalia's dress, and scooped up the naked corpse of the former Mossad agent and put her in the cabinet, next to her decanter. 94 then popped in the USB dongle, and her needle in Dalia's clutch bag. She then walked out of Dalia's office.
As she neared the exit, a stylist approached her" Ms Margolis, Are you leaving? We have just started showing the autumn line, and what have you done to your hair.? " 94 smiled at her " I just got called away, there is an issue at the factory, we've run of lace. And I just fancied a quick change." The Stylist sighed " Well it looks better, I hope you short out that issue at the factory. The last thing we need is a lace shortage. Good evening Ms Margolis." With that see left.
As walked out of the gate and down the street, she heard the dulcet tones of her handler. " That was a close one, nice save. Well chalk up another mission. Well done 94. You look smashing in that dress. I suppose you are keeping that one too." 94 laughed " Absolutely." She replied as she walked into the Parisian night.
