Blood Diamonds Chapters 4 – 6

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Chapter 4The Present… A Trash Dumpster”Rambo, I’m in,” I broadcast to my partner while reveling in the cooler air flowing from the room I’d just spent two very hot days and nights tunneling into.The WHOOP! and YEE-HAW! I got in response was deafening through my earpiece. “Settle down, Rambo. I’ve got a lot of stuff to get inside. Let me know if a guard stands up even to scratch his ass!””Will do, Sugar Tits. You are two hours ahead of schedule. Both guards are listening to the pre-game show. You should have forty minutes before one makes another round.””Great! I’ve got boxes to move. I’m out.”The first box I pushed inside had a radio repeater I set up near the hole in the wall so I wouldn’t lose contact with Rambo. It was harder than I thought it would be sliding box after box through the tunnel. I was filled with adrenaline though from having accomplished the feat of just getting this far! A once hopeless endeavor was beginning to look less hopeless. One thing at a time! Keep your eye on the prize. One thing at a time!, I kept repeating to myself as I slid another box through the tunnel.Two Months Past… A Small, Rented Office One Block From Target”Well,” I asked Rambo.Rambo kicked his chair away from the desk his computer was sitting on. “I’m good, but I’m not a magician, Sugar Tits! The plans of the building’s security system aren’t here! What is here are the records of the company ordering a complete server not connected to any outside source to be installed. Imagine that? A fucking security company that takes security seriously.”Damn! I couldn’t go ahead until I knew the security layout inside the damned building. One thing at a time, I silently repeated to myself as I thought. “What would you need to get access to that internal server, Rambo?””I can put together a little gizmo that, if plugged into a port of any computer terminal that is connected to the server… Range will be short…” Rambo continued to muse out loud. “Speed will be shit but I can work with that… Okay! Get my gizmo connected and give me a night parked within fifty yards of it and I’ll get you everything you need!”I nodded, leaning back in my chair. “Okay. You call it a night. Tomorrow, start putting together what you’ll need. I’ll figure out a way to get it connected.”Rambo didn’t argue. Probably had a date waiting at the nearest gay bar. Though it was more probable it was a date with gay porn and his right hand. A shiver went up my spine. Imagining Rambo in any kind of sexual act was the stuff of nightmares! I shivered again to erase the image that flashed through my brain.Rambo and I were very different persons. I was female and he was almost a male. I was human and he could pass as human on a good day. But when it came to theft, our differences meshed together pretty well. We had a clear separation of responsibility when it came to jobs. Rambo was tech and lookout. I was planning and execution.Lighting a cigarette, I began looking over the files Rambo had hacked. It took me all of three hours before I had a plan. The next morning, I began collecting what I’d need while Rambo gut his gizmo together.Lobby Of A Security Company… One Month, Three Weeks, Three Days AgoI got interested in disguises at an early age. As a kid I wanted to just be invisible and what better way to become invisible than to be someone else? Reruns of Mission: Impossible fueled Ankara bayan escort my resolve. Some guy starts peeling off a mask and, Holy Crap! It was Leonard Nimoy under there the whole time! I wanted to be able to do that.The trick about disguises is to know, You can only fool one observer at a time! You can fool humans. Make-up, implants in chin and cheeks, wigs, glasses… But a camera hooked up to a computer with a facial recognition program won’t be fooled. Nose, distance between the irises of your eyes, even the shape of your ears, A hundred things would need to be changed.Disguise yourself in a way that will fool a computer program and even an idiot will take one look and know you’re wearing a disguise. So, you can fool one or the other. Human or computer. Rarely both. Today would be one of the rare times both would be fooled.I knew I’d be under observation of a camera as soon as I drove into the company’s lot. I was in a van with the decal of the company I’d be representing in place on the sides. I already had my facial disguise in place. A hat with the company logo on the front pulled low over my forehead. Baggy coveralls with foam strips added to make me appear a hundred pounds heavier and a gas mask over my nose and mouth. I had thick workman gloves on my hands and a disgusting mole on my neck to draw people’s eyes to it and not my face.  I adjusted the eye protector goggles over my eyes and lugging the heavy sprayer, I entered the building. With my hair bunched up under a wig of greasy, shoulder-length hair, I doubted anyone would know with certainty if I was male or female when I left.I eyed the receptionist behind the desk. Get past the receptionist and your job is 90% done. Everyone else in the building will assume you belong where you’re at if you’ve been given entrance by her. Eighteen or nineteen, nice face, terrific body… Probably a relation to someone who works here and can’t type worth a damn. With a face and body like that? If she had even a few office skills she could have scored a better job somewhere. I’d like to score with that body, I thought, then shoved the thought aside. Damn, I needed to get laid! I don’t have sex while on a job. It’s a distraction I don’t need.Besides, the added incentive to finish the job so I can have sex increases my mental focus and creativity.Plunking the sprayer on the reception counter, I drawled through the mask, “Here to kill bugs. Told that your plants have mites.”This company paid a service to keep their indoor plants alive and to keep their grass mowed. I didn’t know shit about plants but they’d offered me a way in.”Oh, yes! Someone from your company called an hour ago. Said you were coming.” Actually, I’d been the one to call. “I’ve told everyone you’d be here. Would you like some coffee? We have donuts, too.””Nah. I’m okay. You told everyone to stay out’a the room for ten minutes after I spray?” I picked up the sprayer, ready to go kill bugs when she stood up.”Yes. Everyone knows. I think they’re looking forward to another morning coffee break. Are you sure you don’t want a donut? I can go with you,” Perky said, stepping away from her chair. “Show you where all the plants are.””Nah,” I drawled as she straightened her clothes and turned her back towards me to push her chair to line up with the desk. “Nah, I got the list. Escort bayan Ankara You just stay here.” While I was telling Perky to stay, mentally I was thinking Yeah, baby! as my eyes traveled up slender legs to a shapely ass outlined in her tight skirt.”But I can introduce you around…””I don’t think plants and bugs care who I am. Besides, I don’t have a mask for you,” I improvised.I backed away from the reception desk. I was ready to order Perky to, Sit! Stay! Good receptionist!, and toss her a donut for obeying. Thankfully, she shrugged and sat back down. I hate perky people but my hands were itching to grab that ass! Away from the annoyingly perky receptionist I softly reported, “I’m in, Rambo.””Fantastic, Sugar Tits,” came the reply over my earpiece. “Look for an office that has two computer terminals and we’re in business.”I found what I was looking for in the eighth office I entered that had plants. The guy behind the desk was already picking up his coffee cup and wondering if there were any donuts left as I entered. What the fuck was up with donuts in this place?As soon as I was alone, I closed the door and pulled the first computer terminal that was under a table away from the wall. If this wasn’t the correct one I’d go to the other terminal. I took out Rambo’s gadget from my pocket and plugged it into a port on the back. “It’s in, Rambo. Check it!”I had to wait several nerve-wracking seconds before, “You lucked out, Sugar Tits. I’m in!”Pushing the terminal back against the wall, I ran my hand over the carpet to wipe away any signs that the nape had been disturbed. After spraying the plants in the office, I left. Ten more office plants got hosed down with the stinky but harmless gunk in the sprayer before I was back at the reception desk nodding goodbye. Perky gave me a finger wave and a perky, “Bye-eee.”Please! If I ever give a person a Bye-eee? Just fucking kill me!Rambo was in the back of the van out of sight. After I closed the door he said, “The speed is a little better than I thought it would be. I’ll park on the street tonight and have everything we need by morning.””Fucking great,” I replied, driving out of the parking lot while lighting a cigarette to piss Rambo off with my secondhand smoke. “I think we deserve a treat! Let’s get donuts.”A Janitor’s Closet… The PresentIt was hard getting the last box through the concrete tunnel. I was exhausted. My adrenaline rush had long since worn off. With one last push, the box slid to the center of the room and I collapsed on top of it. I was done in. I felt light-headed and spots swam in front of my eyes. Five or six days of fasting combined with two days of living in a sauna… My body was running on empty. I rolled off the box to lie on the cool concrete. I couldn’t lift my arms to wipe the sweat off my face and salt stung my eyes. Then the world faded out in a haze of grey…Chapter 5Some Years Before… West Of The MississippiMother had a new boyfriend and I had a new uncle the Summer I was seventeen or sixteen, or maybe I was eighteen. Not knowing exactly how old I was? It’s a real bitch sometimes when I think about it! Uncle Ted was different from most of the other losers Mother had hooked up with. For one thing, he had a good job. Made real money as a mechanic. Food appeared in our trailer’s kitchen. Mother even cooked a Bayan escort Ankara little. I couldn’t figure out why Uncle Ted hung around with a loser like Mother.I found out the night Mother was in a bad mood and began ranting that I was a whore trying to ‘steal her man’. She’d caught Uncle Ted looking at my ass once too often. The thought that I wanted Uncle Ted made me laugh. I guess it was my laughing at her that pushed her over the edge. She attacked. Mother was wasted on booze and I’m not sure which of us was more surprised when I pushed her away and down. That was the first time I realized that I was bigger and stronger than she was! For the first time in a long time I took a good look at Mother. Alcohol and drugs had left her a hollowed out wreck. Thin with weak, stringy muscles… Why had I been so afraid of her for so long?Though I was stronger, I remained wary. I always locked the bathroom door so I wouldn’t be surprised on the toilet or in the shower. Over the next couple of days I took a long look at my life and decided I either got out of the shit I was living in or I’d end up like Mother. Burnt out on life and hollowed out by drugs before I was thirty. The thought of being anything like Mother gave me the incentive to plan!It took me days to plan and months to implement my escape.I needed money… It was the need to put together a nice pile of cash that kept me from just walking away and keep going. Mother had called me a whore and I was determined to be a very profitable whore! I let Uncle Ted take my virginity the same week I pushed Mother down. I was younger, prettier and with practice, I became a better, more enthusiastic lover than Mother. With Uncle Ted on my side and bouncing on my belly most nights, I had additional security against Mother. Besides, I needed money, not my virginity. I couldn’t steal enough to fund what I needed and I had only one thing to sell. Me.A week after I seduced Uncle Ted, we were cuddled on the couch when I switched the TV channel. Just surfing the channels, of course. I found the TV show I knew came on at this time about a British call girl. I acted as if I’d never seen it before and wondered out loud what it would be like to screw men for money. As we continued to cuddle and talk, by the end of the show Uncle Ted had a hard on fantasizing about watching me with another man. By the end of the month Uncle Ted brought home a ‘friend’ and I got money for taking him to my room. I was a whore just like Mother had labeled me. But I was a whore with a plan!By the time vacation was over I was the town’s whore. But I was splitting the money I earned with Uncle Ted. Yes, the cash in the coffee can I kept buried in my secret place in the woods grew, but I needed more. So, since I was already the town whore, I just expanded business and used my knowledge to become the school’s whore. Word got around quickly that I’d do things depending on how much money I was offered. A hand job on the bus. Letting a boy feel me up, boobs or between my legs or both. Blow jobs. To come in my mouth cost more, of course. For a much higher price, I’d go home to a boy’s house after school for an hour.I stopped my thieving to concentrate on earning money by whoring. The money I earned went into the coffee can I kept at my hidey-hole in the woods. Of course, I could leave anytime I wanted. But I stayed and whored for most of the semester because I knew I’d need the money. What use would it be to run away only to end up living in a cardboard box while turning tricks on a street corner?As I earned the money I’d need, I also got the next thing on my list. I wanted nothing from my past to follow me. I needed a new identity…

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