Our Only Hope - S01 E31

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Our Only Hope - S01 E31

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 31

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Chapter Thirty One

Walter, Weston, and Woodruff

Sam Two Feathers and I decided to move our meeting to my hotel room. I had a suite of rooms, so we met in the living room area. Boris and Natasha were part of our meeting through an encrypted video link.

“So, Boris,” Sam said in his almost monotone bass voice, “do you think you can take over control of the elevator at The Blue Deuce?

“I already have,” Boris answered smugly. “I can even tap into the video feed from the elevator security camera to guarantee it’s empty.” He giggled in his nerdy way and said, “I couldn’t risk sending anyone down to the lower level, but I did take someone up to the Third Floor who had pushed the button for the Second.”

“But can you stop the car between floors?” Sam said harshly.

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” Boris replied smartly.

“What?” Sam snapped back.

“Trust him,” I said motioning with my hands for Sam to calm down. “He will stop the car when and where it is supposed to stop.”

Sam nodded and continued to text someone.

“Now all I need to do,” I said flatly, “is get close to Walter when the manure hits the ventilator.”

“That won’t be you,” Sam said.

“But I’ll be the only one on the inside,” I protested. “Someone has to steer him toward the right exit.”

“That will be my responsibility,” a sultry female voice said from behind me. I turned to see that one of Sam’s bodyguards had let someone into the room literally behind my back, and that someone was standing behind me... ... naked.

“Meet Pussy Galore,” Sam said with a smile. Then he held up his hands and said, “She chose that code name, not me.”

He waited for her to walk up alongside me before continuing. “She’s a damn good agent who has gone undercover for us in places a lot more sleazy than The Fourth Floor. She will take care of making sure that Walter goes out the right exit. You just make sure his bodyguards are otherwise occupied.”

I figured I should ask the obvious question. “Why is she naked?”

“So you will get used to seeing me as your slave,” she answered in a matter-of-fact tone. “That’s how I am getting in tonight. You are taking me in on a leash.” She paused and then looked me directly in the eyes before adding, “But don’t get any ideas.”

“It’s all strictly business to me,” I answered. Actually, it was one aspect of our business that I was enjoying. She was a truly beautiful woman.

“Do you have a preference for a slave name?” I asked.

“Call me pussy,” she answered. “I find that appealing to a man’s– or a woman’s– basest nature causes them to underestimate me.” She shrugged and then said, “It comes in very handy.”

“Pussy is my martial arts instructor,” Sam said firmly. “She’s not pure, native-born Nippon, but she still knows more different ways of killing you than the average Ninja assassin.”

“Now you’re being racist,” pussy said, sounding somewhat angry... or perhaps just faking petulant anger.

“I could have said,” Sam replied with a smile, “that I expected you to be shorter.”

One of the men with Sam gave a snorting laugh which he cut short when pussy glared at him. She did have a very oriental look to her body. She had long, straight, black hair, almond eyes with just a hint of slant to them, a slightly olive skin, and the small breasts common to many Asians. She was, however, just short of six feet tall. That would be tall for the typical Occidental woman. It was in giantess range for an Asian female.

She looked over at Sam and stuck out her tongue. They clearly had a close relationship that allowed for mutual putdowns and digs. It was a bond that was obviously forged in combat or combat-like situations. I wisely refrained from any such comments and instead concentrated on our review of the plan. Sam, pussy, Boris and I went over the plan verbally four or five times repeating aloud what each of us was expected to do and when. Then Sam called two of his guards over and had them listen as we recited each step of the plan.

“What do you think?” Sam asked the guards. “Do you see any major weaknesses?”

“It won’t work like that,” one man said flatly. “It never does, but as a plan it sounds good.”

I was slightly offended, but I could see that pussy and Sam were both smiling. “I should give him the code name Cassandra,” Sam said, still smiling. “He always speaks the truth, but no one will ever believe him.”

That was not the most comforting way to end our meeting, but everything from my end was in place. Pussy and I would be arriving shortly after one am. The Deuce would technically be closed at that point so the chance of collateral damage was lessened. The earthquake was scheduled for one thirty, but that was a variable. All timing was in so many minutes following the explosion.