Working 9 till 5 (A Chloe Tanaka Story)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This latest in Chloe's adventures, takes the former ninjitsu now mercenary for hire, and mistress of disguise to Washington D.C. Here she has been hired by Russian mob boss Imran Bazahev, to infiltrate the offices of Masterson, Clyde and Springer LLC. They are currently building a criminal case against Bazahev and his organisation, he needs the evidence which is on Bart Masterson's computer destroyed. Chloe as been given free rein to utilise whatever means are necessary to see the contract through. But what makes Chloe's job much more easier is that it's the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, which means masks. This is her story...


The ventilation ducts of Masterson, Clyde and Springer 5th floor Washington DC 15th March 2021 09:30am



For many people a global pandemic is a time of fear and uncertainty, the very thought of dying from an unseen pathogen a terrifying prospect. But not so for 21 year old Chloe Tanaka, former ninja now mercenary who specialised in disguise and infiltration. For her it represented an opportunity to not only earn herself fame and fortune but to refine her technique. With everyone wearing masks to ward off the disease, it made Chloe's job all the more easier. It allowed her to work in relative anonymity. She had nothing to fear from COVID, having procured the vaccine from the black market. For Chloe, who shuffled along towards a file room on her belly wearing only a catsuit balaclava and nothing underneath, the pandemic was a great time to be alive. As she neared the vent where she would make her entrance, Chloe reflected on her assignment. She had been hired by Imran Bazahev, the most infamous russian mobster in the USA to infiltrate the offices of law firm Masterson, Clyde and Springer LLC to destroy evidence of the case they were building against him and his operations. The man had contacted her through Angela, her intermediate via Skype. It had amused Chloe that even hardened crooks were afraid of the big bad bug. He had given her a free hand to execute the mission however she desired, which suited the former ninja just fine. She loved nothing more then killing a mark, taking her clothes and on occasion underwear to disguise herself. And as she came to the vent cover, unscrewing it placing it aside this was her first objective. The clothing of a young intern or staffer would allow her to roam freely. With the way open, Chloe dropped through the hatch landing with the grace of a cat. Looking around the darkened room, she found herself in a file room with a row of filing cabinets along the far wall and a table and chairs in the middle. Rising from her crouch, Chloe walked towards the door opening it slightly to take a look. She smiled as she saw a young woman, who fortunately looked to be her size walk towards the door. Flexing her garrote, high tension fibre wire designed for asphyxiation, Chloe appraised her new wardrobe...


The offices of Masterson, Clyde and Springer


21 year old, Casey Tippet walked towards the central office ready to start her shift pandemic or not. Casey had only just started as an intern at MC&S a couple of weeks ago, so she didn't really no anyone but was determined to make an impression, the money from this job going to fund her entry into medical school. She was a looker, with heart shaped features shallow cheekbones and big blue doe shaped eyes, framed by black horn rimmed glasses. The lower half of her pretty face, covered by an all black face mask. Casey's long blonde hair tied into a long ponytail. The outfit she had chosen this morning was designed to finally get her noticed. Casey was dressed this morning in a sheer black long sleeve top, with a high waisted charcoal grey pencil skirt, that came up to her thigh, held up by a thick leather belt and black heeled zipped ankle boots. Underneath which she wore a matching solid black t-shirt bra, thong and nude coloured pantyhose. Casey had hoped she would at least draw some looks from her male colleagues, or maybe female ones if she was lucky. Maybe it's the mask, she thought they probably think i have buck teeth. As she walked past the file room door, Casey was caught unaware as the door behind her shot open a wire looping around her slender throat, pulling inside as the door closed. Her sudden disappearance going unnoticed by her busy colleagues, only meters away



Chloe yanked the struggling blonde girl to the other side of the door, tightening her garrote as the girl gave out muffled chokes through her facemask her legs kicking. "Shh! It will be all over soon, blondie. You will die and I will take everything from your slim attractive corpse. Just let go.." Chloe whispered into the blondes ear, as the girl tied to pull the wire away frantically but Chloe only pulled the wire tighter. She could feel the blonde's life slipping away her struggles ebbing away, the choking becoming weaker as her slender throat was being constricted by Chloe's strength. Suddenly, the former ninja heard the satisfying sound of the girls hyoid bone cracking, the blonde's arms and legs going limp as she hung from Chloe's fibre wire, her blue eyes staring blankly ahead. "Now lets get you naked, my darling. You won't be needing those clothes." Chloe lowered the corpse against the wall, unlooping the garrote, where she sat slumped taking the time to admire the bruising and thin red line where her signature garrote had done it's work on the blondes throat, before taking off the girls facemask. "You were a pretty little thing, but no longer. Let's see what you have under your hood." Chloe said as she stripped off her catsuit and balaclava, revealing her shoulder length black hair and athletic naked body, getting to work stripping her victim.

Chloe took off the girls glasses, poking out the glass before unzipping the blondes heel ankle boots. Working loose the large leather belt from the blondes slender waist, Chloe held the dead woman's arms up pulling the sheer top over her head allowing her arms to flop back down. Smiling like a kid in a sweetshop, the assassin reached around the woman's back unhooking her bra, slipping it free from her shoulders. "My, my. What beautiful tits you have blondie." Chloe remarked as she beheld the interns small but well formed B-cup breasts, with small light pink perky areolas. Resisting the urge to fondle the dead girls tits, Chloe put on the bra then pulled the skirt upwards exposing the hemline of the nude pantyhose and the black thong it protected. Chloe worked the pantyhose from around the girl's hip, gently peeling them down the dead blonde's long divine legs, taking care not to damage them. With the pantyhose free, Chloe whipped off the girls black thong panties. "Looks like you don't disappoint, south of the border either. Someone you wanted to impress, honey?" She said pulling on the stolen underwear and pantyhose, admiring the small pink clean shaven clit of the dead woman. After pulling down the skirt, Chloe rolled the corpse onto it's front unzipped it pulling it off her slim attractive body and exposing a tight pert peach shaped ass. She quickly dressed in the dead blonde's clothes including the face mask, her eyes drinking the slight of the dead naked corpse, which had the look of a supermodel about her. When she was finished, Chloe looked up to the open vent an idea springing to mind hauling the naked body on her shoulder in a fireman's carry. With the aid of a chair, using her upper body strength Chloe shoved the naked corpse of the intern, taking care to grope that nice ass first, into the open vent on her back, along with her catsuit. When she was finished, Chloe replaced the chair then popped on the girls glasses and straightened the stolen skirt, stashing her garrote and dongle with the computer virus in its pocket. Satisfied that the girl's clothes were a good fit, she exited the filing room.



The stolen clothes and face mask served Chloe well, allowing her blend in as she made her way towards the office of Bart Masterson. To these other office drones, Chloe was just another faceless intern her face covered to prevent her getting the dreaded COVID. How little they now she thought as she reached the office of Bart Masterson. The empty desk to the left of the office door, told Chloe that the man had a secretary who was out at the moment, a woman if her vomit inducing collection of teddy bear figurines on her desktop was anything to go by. Suppressing the urge to bring up her breakfast, of which she had skipped out of her morning coffee, Chloe knocked on the door, twice. Recieving a "Is that you Celia?" Chloe sighed, it looks like she was going to have to get creative on this one. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.


"I'am sorry, Mr Masterson. My name is Chloe Tanaka, I'am a new intern just started today. I thought I swing by and introduce myself." Chloe said playing the part of a meek intern. Bart Masterson a man of 40 perhaps older by Chloe's estimation, was one of the partners of the law firm and had a rugged face with brown eyes and greying dark brown hair, wearing a sharp business suit with a red tie sitting behind his desk. You could call him handsome, if you were into men which Chloe most certainly wasn't. "Ms Tanaka? I thought you were my secretary, Celia. She shot off to get my mornings red-eye from the Costa across the road." Inwardly Chloe sighed, she could go for that right now taking lives while fun was still thirsty work. "No matter. It's always nice to see a nice face, especially one so... beautiful. Do come in Ms Tanaka." Chloe smiled a sweet smile, full of false seduction. "Please call me, Chloe. Sir." She said with a low bow. Masterson smiled widely, baring his white teeth. "And you can call me, Bart." Chloe gave a look of innocent naivety. "Is there anything I can do for you, Bart?" She walked forward a step, enticingly. Masterson leaned back in his chair, his eyes mentally undressing the former ninja. "Now that you made such an enticing offer, my dear Chloe. Come here and give me a shoulder message. I always ask Celia, but the girl is such a frightfully frigid woman. She threatened to have me reported once. Says it's sexual harassment." He gave a condescending tut as she ended the sentence, which just annoyed Chloe but sensing an opportunity to silence him, she took it. " It would be my pleasure, Bart." She lied as she walked around his desk to the back of his chair. "Do a good job, honey. If you do I sense a promotion in your future and maybe you can replace that prissy bitch Celia." Masterson said leaning back into his leather chair. Without so much as an invitation, Chloe quickly looped her Garotte around the lawyers throat and pulled tightly. Masterson tried desperately as Chloe strangled him with her fibre wire to poke out her eye, but Chloe merely tightened her grip. The lawyer choked and spluttered as his struggles grew progressively weaker. Then with a satisfying crunch of bone, Masterson slumped still in his chair. "I hope that worked out the kink in your neck, asshole." Chloe said as she unlooped the garrote from around his throat, pushing his body away to access his MacBook. Using the dongle, she uploaded the virus and deleting programs onto his computer watching as it deleted everything on there, evidence included. Taking out the dongle, smiling at another job well done Chloe looked up and saw a female shadow on the other side of the door. Now things were going to get even more interesting, she thought. Putting the dongle back in her skirt pocket, Chloe took up ambush position beside the door taking off her face mask.



Celia Burrows walked towards Bart Masterson's office, with a steaming styrofoam cup of Costa Coffee double pump café americano red-eye with two sugars, just the thing to shake off those morning blues. At 23, Celia had been Mr Masterson's secretary for over a year now but didn't particularly enjoy it. She never liked the old man, he was quite a demanding boss and a little creepy always asking for massages. It wasn't like she could work from home, like everyone else during the pandemic so she decided to tough it out and keep taking the money. After all said and done, it was decent pay. She was an attractive girl, despite having half her face covered by a blue-white face mask. With heart shaped features, high cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes framed by shoulder length black hair. She was dressed in a smart expensive black pantsuit, underwhich she wore a white blouse and a matching white lace bra and hipster shorts with nude coloured high heels. With small looped earrings and a small silver teddy bear necklace. An outfit she hoped exuded both feminity and professionalism so her lecher of a boss would finally take her seriously. Shaking her thoughts back to the present, Celia knocked on the door but received no answer shrugging she opened the door. "Mr Masterson I got your coffee..." She said, her voice trailing off as she saw the body of Mr Masterson, slumped in his chair. But before she could scream, Celia felt a hand clamp around her throat pulling her inside pinning her up against the wall. The door locking behind her.



Chloe smiled at the terrified secretary her hand around her throat, as she took the coffee from her hand. "A coffee for me, Celia? You are too kind... and a suit. That's a very nice suit." Chloe said after taking a sip of the warm liquid, sighing with pleasure it was her favourite. She sized up the girl who was whimpering pleading with her eyes, her suit was very high quality and better it was exactly her size. It would be an ideal disguise to walk out of here, unmolested. Plus they were of similar height, looks and build easily mistaken at a glance in an atmosphere of social distancing. "You know that's a very nice outfit, I really like it. Which is why I'am going to strip it from your cold corpse, my dear Celia." She squeezed tightly around Celia's throat, causing her to choke. "It's nothing personal, but I don't leave loose ends and I see something I like, I take it. Besides I think it would look better on me." Chloe tightened her grip applying more pressure, as she took another sip from the coffee staring dispassionately into the secretaries blue eyes, squeezing the life from her. It wasn't often Chloe stared her victims in their eyes as they died, but the experience was no less pleasurable. As Celia gargled her last tears streaming down her face, Chloe applied one squeeze hearing the crunch of the woman's hyoid bone breaking, the light leaving her eyes. As the woman let out a muffled death rattle, Chloe took another gulp of her coffee then set it down on Masterson's desk. "Let's get you naked, sweetie." Chloe said as dragged the dead secretaries body to one the chairs opposite Masteron, seating her.



Pausing to take another sip of the divine roast, Chloe stripped off the clothing she had stolen from the blonde intern including the underwear in anticipation of what the secretary might have on underneath. Rubbing her hands in glee, Chloe pulled off Celia's high heels and put on her jewellery, suppressing a disgusted noise at the teddy bear pendant. " You were a looker, well too bad that we met." Chloe said as she removed the woman's face mask, caressing Celia's face her blue eyes staring accusingly at her. After pausing for another drink of coffee, Chloe unfastened Celia's jacket slipping it free of her shoulders then unbuttoned her blouse. "Wow, a white lace bra. Very nice, looks pricey. Well I'am definitely taking that, it's way too classy to leave on your corpse." Chloe gently caressed the girls bra strap, her eyes taking in the white underwear with a little bow between the cups. Taking another sip of the americano, the former ninja unzipped the suit trousers working them off Celia's gentle hips peeling them down her long dancers legs. "Oh my god, I really like your panties. Very sexy, my dear. Were you trying to make an impression too? Well, they are mine now." Without a thought for the dead woman's modesty, Chloe whipped off the matching white lace hipster shorts revealing a full pink vulva crowned with a small trimmed stripe of black pubic hair. Pausing to slip on her stolen panties and to take other gulp of the still hot coffee, Chloe finished removing the dead woman's blouse then unhooked her bra slipping it from her shoulders. "You know honey, that's the second time this morning I have seen a nice pair of tits. I can't decide between you and the blonde." Chloe said as she admired the dead girls soft, supple B-cup breasts with pink circular areolas drinking another gulp of her coffee.


Chloe quickly got dressed in the dead secretaries underwear and suit including the face mask, finding it even more comfortable then the blondes clothes. "You the know the old saying, the suit maketh the man? Well woman in this case..." Chloe remarked to the girl's slim naked corpse, sat in the chair as she finished the last of the café americano admiring both her handiwork, the bruising of her handprint around the woman's crushed throat and the corpses naked form. "Thanks for the coffee and clothes, girl. Very thoughtful of you." Chloe set the stryofoam cup on the desk, glancing at the cabinet behind Celia an idea forming in her mind. Opening up the cabinet, Chloe found it to be roomy enough to stash two corpses. Smiling she first picked up the dead woman, taking a glance at her plum shaped ass, as she posed her inside in a foetal position. Next, she took Masterson's body positioning it with his head in Celia's breasts. Chuckling she closed the cabinet behind her. Chloe carefully policed the scene, although it wasn't like she had to worry about fingerprints hers had been removed during her ninja training and she always wore fake one's that were untraceable. Taking the stryofoam cup, and folding the clothing she had taken from the blonde intern under her arm, Chloe left Masterson's office. Finding Celia's large roomy handbag, perched on her desk Chloe found some cash and car keys. Placing the clothing and cup inside, Chloe looped the bag over her shoulder then walked through the office. Past the corporate drones, who had no clue at all who she was. As she found her way to Celia's car, a red VW beetle Chloe smiled under her mask. She was looking forward to her double figure million dollar reward. She got into the car, driving out of the parking garage into the busy D.C morning rush hour.



30 minutes later


19 year old intern, Samantha Morrison a pretty flame haired redhead intern wearing a blue buttoned blouse and short black pencil skirt, knocked on the door of Mr Masterson's office. It was so strange, Celia wasn't at her desk and she received no answer from Mr Masterson. "Mr Masterson? I have those morning reports you wanted? Hello?" After a couple of minutes her concern outweighed her caution, Samantha opened the door. "Hello? Mr Masteron? Celia?" She said as she looked around the office, finding it immaculate spotless even. Curiously, she saw the door of the cabinet to the left of Masterson's desk was ajar, walking over she opened it. Suddenly, the bodies of two people fell from the cabinet almost knocking Samantha over. Looking down in horror, she saw the completely naked corpse of Celia Burrows and the body of Mr Masterson. Celia's throat was heavily brushed and crushed with a handprint around it and Mr Masterson's throat had a deep red line around. Their eyes staring up at her, Samantha let out a blood curdling scream before passing out. The red head hit the floor, papers flying all around her.

[Stormtrooper1990]

WASHINGTON GLOBE


BIZARRE TRIPLE HOMICIDE AT PRESTIGIOUS LAW FIRM


By Katherine Urughart Crime Correspondent



The Capitol was rocked today by the bizarre triple murder at Clyde Masterson and Springer LLC at the height of the pandemic. A young intern, Samantha Morrison,19, discovered the bodies of Bart Masterson, 49, and his secretary Celia Burrows, 23, in Masterson's office. What makes this bizarre is that Ms Burrows was found dead completely naked, stripped of all her clothing and possessions, her car is also missing. Then in a surprising twist, Intern Casey Tippet, 21, was reported missing and her naked body was discovered stuffed into a ventilation duct in a file room on the fifth floor by maintenance workers. Her clothing and possessions missing. Police report that Mr Masterson and Ms Tippet died from similar injuries while Ms Burrows, had her throat crushed.


DC Metro PD are baffled by the lack of forensic evidence at the scene, with only a leather catsuit and balaclava found next to the body of Ms Tippet to go on. And the frustrating lack of witnesses present. But police confirm that they are looking for a female suspect, who is very highly skilled and considered extremely dangerous. Who murdered the women to steal their clothing, for the purposes of disguise. They have no clear knowledge on how this woman could infiltrate a busy office, murder three innocent people and leave without a trace.


Police are downplaying rumours of a serial killer at large and are linking the crime to the indictment CM&S were building against the Bazahev crime syndicate, but with no evidence to back up their allegations Metro PD are left without any leads. The killer remains at large.


We at the Washington Globe will keep you updated if any leads surface on this baffling case.