"Taking Out the Trash " by MisterSandmann
Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2024 12:17 pm
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The guard tried to wrench herself free from Camille's chokehold, but the young agent only tightened her grip. The helpless sentinel exhaled a last groan before her eyes roll back into her head. Camille grabbed the woman as she goes limp against her.
She admired the guard's toned body as she hoisted her under her armpits. Nice abs, blondie. At least you got something out of your training. She dragged the woman across the tarmac, the heels of the guard's boots scraping along the ground.
Camille hauled the guard over to a nearby dumpster and lowered her to the ground. First she removed the woman's boots, revealing an ankle holster on her right leg. Camille relieved the guard of an impressive looking combat knife. Sweet gear, too, she thought as she pocketed it.
Next came her pants, which she shook off, letting each leg flop limply to the ground. She lifted the guard into a sitting position, allowing her to slip her tight black top up over her head, which lolled back down over her now exposed chest. Camille gave the shirt a little shake and was satisfied to see a key card fall out, which the guard must've had tucked away in her breasts. Camille quickly began putting on the guard's black uniform.
"Almost done here," She whispered. She grabbed the unconscious woman under the armpits and dragged her up until she was in a standing position, leaned up against the dumpster. Camille grabbed the sentry, one hand on the back of her thigh and one hand on her crotch, hoisting her limp body up and over the side of the dumpster. The guard pitches backwards, her legs disappearing into the container. She lands with a clatter, bouncing a bit before lying still, her slack face resting against her shoulder.
Camille looks around quickly, but no one seems to have heard the noise. She grinned and grabs her own discarded clothing, sprinkling them over the sleeping woman before closing the lid on the dumpster.