Rachael slammed the door shut on her sports car and paused for a moment before she took a deep breath.
It had been an interesting three months since she’d last been here and the parking lot had been a lot busier then, but that was during the week. The sun had just come up as she drove to the building this morning and she doubted she’d see it again any time soon.
Firstly because the plain white van that she had parked in front of had no windows, and second because she was sure she’d have a bag over her head or be stuffed in a box and on a plane out of the country within the hour.
The van door slide open and two men stepped out, “Sweet!” one of them with, a young man with curly blonde hair, yelled out and pointed at her car before dashing towards her.
She stepped back and he swung the door open and sat behind the wheel, “Can’t wait to take this baby for a ride!”
The second man, older with greying brown hair, strolled up and stood in front of her, “Anything I need to know about?” he asked her.
She shook her head, “No Sir. All clear.” she replied and he nodded, then turned his head towards the man behind the wheel.
“Kid, you’ve got the wrong priorities… I can’t wait to take this one for a ride.” he said with a toss of his head towards her.
A shiver ran through her body but she didn’t respond.
“Awe, fuck off old man, she’s going to be gone in a few hours, we’re going to have this baby for weeks.”
The older man just rolled his eyes and turned back to Rachael, “Alright, get in the van, it’s time to go.” he said and Rachael nodded and made her way over to the open door and stepped inside.
She was pleasantly surprised to neither a bag or a box, but instead just a pair of overalls.
She raised an eyebrow as she turned back to the older man that was following her.
“Put it on. Can’t have you walking around in that slutty outfit at the airport… you’d draw too much attention.”
She picked up the overalls and quickly slipped into them before sitting down on the cold hard floor of the van. The man slide the door closed and moved to the drivers seat at the front of the van, just as she heard the engine of her car start up, then roar, before tire squeals filled the parking garage.
“Damn kid’s gonna wreck that thing before we can get it sold.” the older man said to no one in particular before he started the engine of the van and put it into drive.
She’d been assigned to investigate Manor’s Corp by her superiors almost a year ago and she’d gone undercover within the first few weeks of her investigation. Things had gone well at first, she integrated into the corporate culture, found those in the know, poked and prodded into every dark corner she could fine.
Then everything had gone sideways.
She’d finally found something that she had thought would be the big break in the case, a shadow research lab that wasn’t on the books. It had taken her a few weeks to get the credentials she needed to get in, and another week to find the right time to do so, but on a Saturday night, she’d finally executed her plan.
What she hadn’t know was that the CEO of Manor’s Corp, Rick Ellison, had been on to her from day one. So it really wasn’t her plan, it was his, and he executed it perfectly.
She’d found what looked like an empty room in the lab and gone in to investigate, only to have the door slam close behind her. A few moments later it was filled with some kind of gas and the walls, once a plain beige, suddenly sprung to life with images as low base sounds pummeled her hearing.
Twenty four hours later she was no longer an undercover agent for the government, she was Rick’s eager little plaything.
He’d spent the next few months feeding her information to send back to her superiors, proving that there was nothing untoward going on at Manor’s Corp. Well that and fucking her brains out.
Now, her she was, having resigned from her job, sold almost everything she own, separated herself from her friends and family, being driving to a private jet where she’d be whisked away to Rick’s private island.
Her car, the last thing she legally owned, already had it’s pink slip signed and ready for sale.
The van slowed and she heard a gate opening, then a few moments later the sound of rubber on concrete, followed by the van coming to a complete stop. The older man get out of the drivers side door and walked around, opening the sliding door of the van.
“Come on.” he said and tossed his head towards the jet that already had it’s stairs already lowered.
She stepped out and boarded the plane, only to find Rick waiting for her.
She didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping the overalls off and getting down on her knees between his legs. She sucked his dick all through the taxiing, as well as take off, only for her to join the mile high club once they got to cruising altitude.
At least she’d been wrong about seeing the sun again today, she’d had a clear view of it with her face plastered against one of the windows as Rick fucked her from behind.
