Tonight we continue delving into the sordid past regarding our recently-introduced character Xi Jiu Xiu, aka Zero. We've learned of her dubious origins, now we're about to find out a whole lot more.
For she's not to be a victim of her own circumstances for long. Her rise through the organization after escaping from the evil Tuhao will now be described in graphic detail.
Tonight we continue delving into the sordid past regarding our recently-introduced character Xi Jiu Xiu, aka Zero. We've learned of her dubious origins, now we're about to find out a whole lot more.
For she's not to be a victim of her own circumstances for long. Her rise through the organization after escaping from the evil Tuhao will now be described in graphic detail.
Hello, and welcome back to Twin Paradox. I'm King Everett Medlin and what you're hearing is a SciFi trilogy I wrote four years ago under the pseudonym Purple Hazel. Twin Paradox follows my first podcast series entitled Deathwalker Colony, which is now a full length novel available for purchase on Amazon. Go online and check it out! It's on sale today in E-book format, as well as the first two books in the Rijel 12 Series, The Rise of New Australia and Return of Anarchy.
Tonight we continue delving into the sordid past regarding our recently-introduced character Xi Jiu Xiu, aka Zero. We've learned of her dubious origins, now we're about to find out a whole lot more. For she's not to be a victim of her own circumstances for long. Her rise through the organization after escaping from the evil Tuhao will now be described in graphic detail.
Twin Paradox is a SciFi series encompassing three full length novels; all of which will be read in their entirety during the coming weeks. You can go online and download the E-books ... or if you prefer, tune in and listen to me read them to you. So let's continue!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Chapter Forty, Kindly Asian Fellow ....
Despite her exhausted condition, Zero managed to manipulate the knots securing her ankles until she eventually got one to come loose. In fifteen minutes she’d succeeded in freeing them completely. When this was done, she could finally rest her aching shoulders and stretch her legs. One knee was terribly sore as if it had ligament damage. Meanwhile she was completely nude and the whipping from the night before had left her marked with random bruises and welts which she could feel on her buttocks as she lay there.
That said, she had no choice but to make for the door. She couldn't undo the bindings around her wrists – no way to dig fingers into the elaborate knots he’d created. But when she was relatively certain she could stand up; that’s when she ran head-long out of that hotel room.
For the next five humiliating minutes she streaked down the hallway of the top floor, banging on doors and begging people to help her. No one would. She cried, she pleaded; she even berated them in both Mandarin as well as English for not taking pity on her. Most yelled back through locked doors to get the hell away. One screamed at her she was “probably just some whore – likely on drugs” and if she didn’t stop bothering him he’d “call the police”. She thought back to her wicked host’s cryptic statement about how police could simply be bribed. Feared being arrested and tossed into a filthy Bangkok jail cell; being abused by corrupt prison guards. Or even worse, being returned to the sadistic creep back in the hotel room!
But eventually she pounded on a door at the very end of a long hall where a man agreed to help her. To her surprise he didn’t seem at all put off by her pitiful appearance and her embarrassing nudity. Eyeliner draining down her face. Lip cut. Hobbled from being tied up all night long and her wrists still bound; she looked helpless and distraught. Yet to her immense relief he let her into his suite and cared for her as though she were a lost child. Threw a blanket around her shoulders and programmed a cup of hot tea into the room’s mini food replicator. He then sat on a footstool in his living room and patiently undid the bindings around her wrists, painstakingly studying the design of them for several moments before finally raising his eyebrows curiously as if to say “Aha … I think I’ve got it.” Within another five minutes he had removed them completely. She then sipped her tea and curled up on the couch for the rest of the morning. It was just after dawn when she’d found the man with the pleasant disposition and the warm, compassionate smile.
Turned out, that helpful gentleman (in dark gray slacks and stocking feet with a pressed white shirt and bright yellow tie) was none other than Kwang-Min Jo. He’d actually been staying at that same hotel – in town to do a business deal. And to be fair, he was far more than just a random Good Samaritan. He was actually head of that very same “organization” she’d been working for the past year and a half! Only she would not come to know this for quite a while. Only when she’d been invited by the man to join his company’s “security department” did she later piece it together.
What’s more, the man was in reality a multi-millionaire and owner of “Min-Pharma Enterprises”, as it was called back then. And the evil man she’d originally been ordered to tail? The man who’d tortured and abused her? This was actually a government official from the G.U. they were trying to finagle an arrangement with. Her function in tailing him the previous day had been an attempt at finding out if the lecherous fellow was playing both sides. She never found out what ended up happening to him after that. Only knew he’d “disappeared” while enjoying a vacation cruise with his wife and kids months later. Apparently the tuhao had been working with Min-Pharma’s competitor as well; and Kwang-Min’s “organization” had ordered him eliminated in retaliation.
No, she could never have begun to realize the kindly Asian fellow she’d just met was such a powerful and wealthy individual. Could have never understood just how vast and convoluted his operations were either. Quite the contrary, she was almost immediately infatuated with him. At the time she was barely 21 years old. Kwang-Min Jo was pushing thirty. He was amazingly gentle with her and she never forgot that. Even had his “people” fetch her some brand-new clothing from the expensive dress shop down the street. Ordered up room service for her and called in a physician to wrap her knees and tend to her bruises and cuts.
But what really amazed her was how he listened to her … listened to her tell her sad, pathetic story of being an orphan growing up in Toronto – not even realizing of course that he was from there as well until he finally admitted that he was a “city kid” just like herself. It all came out eventually though as she described living through the hell of that workhouse for juveniles only to find herself reduced to a wage slave working at the local factory.
She confessed to him about once being a prostitute – which amazingly enough didn’t faze him in the least. On the contrary he merely smiled patiently or just listened to her in silence. She also recounted meeting members of “the organization” and deciding to work for it instead. This, she stated, had led to her happening upon the filthy pervert down the hall who convinced her to come to Bangkok with him. In response Kwang-Min said he understood completely. Said he had a very similar youth. Said he’d had to struggle to build up a business from absolutely nothing and with no family to support him.
“Well, you’ve certainly been through a lot, haven’t you?” he commented. “Me, I’ve been on my own since age ten,” he then added. “All my family are gone now. I haven’t seen any of them since I was a child.” Then he paused and stated with a half-smile, “Seems like we’re even more alike than you may realize my friend.”
Saying this, he sat silently looking at her for several minutes while she tried to compose herself and dab tears with a handkerchief he’d handed her. He went over to the room communicator to hail the front desk and ordered room service to bring her some wine to calm her nerves. Taking only a few sips of it, she subsequently nodded off to sleep.
After a very long nap, she eventually awoke to find herself in that same room with no one around. A meal had been prepared for her. Fruits, assorted nuts, and some cheeses. Real fruit too! Real dairy cheese. She struggled with the nuts of course due to her sore jaw from having the evil fellow’s cock thrust down her throat the night before, but otherwise she devoured mouthful after mouthful. It was only after several hours that Kwang-Min Jo returned to the room.
That’s when he introduced himself to her formally and told her of his vast business enterprise. Told her just about as much as she could possibly grasp. And then, when he was completely finished telling her what he did for a living, that’s when he offered her … a job.
“I want you to come work for me, Zero. I have a special department within my company where you might be a perfect fit … a special unit which secures intelligence for my organization – keeps tabs on people and companies we do business with as well as those who compete with us. I am a man of various talents, I must tell you, one of which is finding the right people to work for me. I’ve always had a knack for identifying individuals who fit in with my business model; and what we’re trying to accomplish. I think you’ll like working for us. You’ll be safe. I’ll see to it. Would you like to join us?”
Kwang-Min Jo fully realized Zero was already working for him in one of his lower level smuggling operations. But what he saw in that girl, with her split lip, bruised bottom, and rope burns on her wrists and ankles which he could see poking out below her cotton bath robe, was raw talent he believed someday could be developed. She had assets aplenty. She was beautiful. She was shapely. Plus she’d seen the darkest side of human nature and managed to survive. She was certainly tough enough by now – both emotionally and morally – to pull herself up by the bootstraps to the next level. Just like he had once done. Just like she needed to do. All she required was the opportunity.
“See, if you return to Toronto – back to the life you had – you’ll stay there. Stay down there I mean … for good. Grow old quick and die. I know. I’ve seen it happen. But if you are willing to take some risks – challenge yourself even more than you ever thought possible – you may very well reach heights you’d never have imagined. Are you ready for something like that? Even after all you’ve been through?”
To this Zero nodded enthusiastically.
Hell yes, she thought to herself. This was exactly the break she’d always hoped to find. Whoever this nice man was – he was clearly confident in her. Now fully rested and refreshed, she gladly accepted.
”You bet, Mister Jo. I’m your girl.”
And thus the very next day, Zero was flown back to Toronto – seated in coach class – seated alone. Naturally she would have assumed at that point Kwang-Min might make her his girlfriend or occasional lover. But she was sadly mistaken in that regard. In fact she hardly ever saw him again for the next several years.
Romance? No, he was completely disinterested in anything such as that. Kwang-Min simply saw something in her that he believed he could develop into a loyal, devoted employee. One who would do whatever they asked of her, in exchange for rescuing her from the gutters of human society. He’d guessed right – she turned out to be quite reliable.
When she arrived at Toronto Pearson Airship Terminal, Zero was greeted by representatives of Min-Pharma. They didn’t bother with identifying themselves as “the organization”. These were people higher up within the inner circle. These were Kwang-Min’s handlers – and by that it meant they “handled everything” once the boss suggested a course of action.
There were three in the group – all Asian just like her – but they spoke with North American accents; each of them bilingual as well. In business it was quite advantageous to be able to communicate in both Mandarin and English whenever conducting international trade; and these three folks looked spot-on professional. They were serious too. Polite but direct … and blunt. They picked her up from the air terminal in a solar limousine and whisked her away to her new life in (of all places) New York City.
“Your assignment,” one of the people inside the limousine said as they drove out of Toronto, “is to infiltrate a large corporate concern called Stauffer Pharmaceutical, located in New York. We’ll be planting you inside of this company posing as a lower level clerical worker – sorting files on computers and assisting in the communications department where we already have another plant currently in place. You won’t meet this person nor be able to identify them. They will merely be there to monitor your progress. Understand?”
The fellow speaking was especially dry and unemotional. Not particularly cold or rude – just frank and very clear about what she was to be doing. Described this corporate espionage mission to her as if he were a teacher assigning topics to students for their next term paper. He continued to speak for quite some time in fact, as the limousine drove out of the city, across the old border with the former United States of America, and into the greater Buffalo area. They eventually stopped for lunch at a little restaurant called Eddie’s Chophouse, then boarded a bullet train for New York City.
On the train they told her even more of what she was to be doing and in no uncertain terms taught her all she needed to know. “Your job,” the man said, “is to pose as an office worker on the same floor as the Vice President of Marketing. Furthermore you are to seduce this man over the course of the next few months and try to hack into his computer to gather intelligence on what Stauffer Pharmaceutical is up to. They are, hands down the industry leader and have been since the late 19th century when Stauffer’s original CEO immigrated to New York from Germany. They have distribution channels and marketing prowess that is unsurpassed.”
Min-Pharma needed this expertise and was willing to spy on a major competitor to get it. That’s basically why Zero had been chosen, and that was made abundantly clear to her.
“You are pretty and beautiful … shapely and desirable,” explained one of the other ladies from Min-Pharma. This was a woman in her mid-thirties who looked like she’d once been quite attractive (or very nearly so). She spoke kindly and patiently – slowly and with careful enunciation as she detailed for Zero what they thought they knew about the man.
“He – the target that is – is a known philanderer. Has girlfriends around town. Hits on attractive girls working at his firm on a regular basis. Well-known for it too. He’ll be an easy target to compromise. Gets away with it only ‘cause he’s in with all the higher-ups. Generally speaking, he’s just a good old boy in a world full of good old boys who tend to cover for each other, if that makes sense … does it?” Zero shrugged her shoulders and nodded.
“I guess so,” she replied. “But why him? I mean I realize he’ll be easy to compromise … as you say … sounds like he’s a real sleaze. But if he knows so much, why not just recruit him to come work for us?”
This earned her a stern retort, and she could see the gentleman who’d spoken initially was visibly annoyed with her naiveté. It was he who answered. He tried doing so as diplomatically as possible however.
“Eh-hem. Uh, we don’t … “ he began, choosing and then re-choosing his words carefully, “… he uh, would not be the right fit for us I’m afraid.” He then sighed as he seemed to be searching for words that would express this to her delicately. “We are not the type of organization that his kind – I mean men of his background – would feel comfortable working for.”
Zero heard this and figured it was simply because the man was Caucasian. Likely whites were distrusted in this company’s culture and she could surely understand why that might be the case. Working in that brothel during those long grueling months when she was 18, on past her 20th birthday, the differences between white guys and Asian men were strikingly apparent. Some were comical – some of the things they did as opposed to Asians. The way they spoke – the way they made love. But one thing was easy to pick up on right from the start and it occurred to her the first time she was with a white man in bed: they thought differently. They were unpredictable, white men were: haughty, even arrogant. Holier than thou … seemed to feel superior to others unlike themselves despite the fact their entire civilized culture was thousands of years younger than the old dynasties of China. They smelled differently. Ate differently. Saw things differently. And their ability to rationalize their own immorality – while decrying its practices in other parts of the world - had both amazed and befuddled her.
“No need to explain,” replied Zero, almost cutting him off. The other two people – both of them female – smiled politely. “I get it. And you don’t need to worry about me uh, handling him. I’ve been with their kind before.”
This prompted the two females to nod understandingly. The male in the group meanwhile blushed embarrassedly upon hearing this. Seemed like he was trying to keep the conversation professional – even though what they were proposing was essentially using sex as a ploy to distract a high-powered business executive while they spied on his employer. Attempting to move things along, he continued with what he needed to explain to her.
“Very good. Now; what Stauffer is doing with several of their key products … we desperately need to know,” explained the man from Min-Pharma, changing the subject tactfully. “The boss has told us ever since our recent acquisition of several old brands from Shkreli Corporation, that we need to understand how Stauffer is running their distribution channel and how they’re planning on selling similar competing drugs to the public. With this knowledge the boss believes we can accomplish great things. Stauffer is still the major player in the industry. We need that information, and you’re going to get it for us.”
When he said this another of the two female representatives chimed in with her spin on things:
“Boss thinks you have all it takes to pull it off,” she said. “You’ve got the looks … and the background – with men that is. We can get you inside, and once you’re in, we believe you’ll do just fine.”
She then smiled politely. The other woman then added more candidly, “Oh yes. You should have no trouble. When that Gweilo gets one look at you … he won’t be able to control himself.” The other two snickered discreetly at her use of that term. Gweilo was a rarely-used Cantonese derogatory term for whites. Meant “Ghost-man”.
After that, the trio of Min-Pharma representatives spoke with Zero intermittently. Zero was to be set up with an apartment in New York. Spartan accommodations, but nevertheless much better than she’d been accustomed to, given what she told them about her past during the train ride. She’d be living right down the street from corporate headquarters – the building Stauffer had relocated to further inland before rising ocean levels had submerged most of Manhattan Island.
And there was more! Upon arriving in New York City, Zero found the apartment to be completely furnished. The closet was filled with clothing – picked out by those two ladies from Min-Pharma and all in her size. The outfits were professional but quite revealing, and would fit her snugly as she moved about. Sitting she’d have to cross her legs, that was for sure, because the skirts they chose for her were quite short. All was meant to flatter her looks and drive men wild. That was the main goal, they explained. She had to be noticeable and irresistible. Do her work, yes, but get seen and be seen as often as possible by the “gweilo” they were targeting.
Same thing with shoes. The two women had truly surpassed themselves there. “Men see faces last,” one of them joked. “Even good men,” she further explained. “They’re busy. They’re working. Their minds are occupied, you see? The first thing they might notice is a cloud of perfume. Too risky. If they don’t like the fragrance, then nothing else about you will appeal to them. And you need to be noticed immediately; that is the key.”
She went on to say, “The legs and buttocks will get attention fast. If the breasts are firm and bountiful, the man will keep looking as you pass. That we all know from experience and I’m sure you’d agree. But for some reason, once all that is accomplished, men tend to dwell on the shoes and the feet. No one knows why – I’m not sure they do either – but once you’ve got his attention with your lovely legs and hips … once he sees your nice cleavage … he’s bound to look down at your feet and see your shoes. That’s why we fitted you with plenty of choices. Wear them all, pick your favorites, tell us if you need more. But above all Zero … figure out which kinds he likes and inform us of that. Long after he’s decided he’s attracted to you, it’ll be the shoes that keeps his attention as you walk by his office in the morning. Got it?”
Zero totally understood. Knew all about what she was saying. It was almost funny having a sophisticated businesswoman explain this to her. Made Zero giggle (for one of the few times in her life). She was given three days to rest and recover, then on Monday she was to begin her first day of work in the city ….
After that, Zero spent the next five and a half months working for Stauffer in their corporate headquarters, doing just like she was told and making sure the VP of Marketing saw her as often as possible until he finally started chatting her up. Didn’t take long and soon enough he was taking her out for drinks after work – bringing her to lunch with him, among other things. It also took very little time for him to ask her back to his office after hours and soon thereafter they became lovers. Little could he have known he was quite literally sleeping with the enemy.
The sex was an ordeal (to put it mildly). He wasn’t particularly good - not particularly bad either! But he was indeed quite rough; and his immense size only added to the difficulty in having intercourse with him. His regular habit of nearly smothering her when in missionary position, when coupled with his hard-thrusting penetrations when performing sex doggy style, only served to make Zero dread their next encounter – which was usually within a few days of the previous one.
He wanted her almost constantly. And when she hunkered down and learned how to deep-throat his penis (something she’d been forced to do only months earlier and made her choke desperately when made to do it), that’s when she truly blew his mind. She taught herself to control her gag reflex by practicing on a latex dildo she picked up from an adult toy store in the city. Thus in no time she was taking him all the way down, to the point where he could thrust in and out of her until he erupted, panting and gasping. It became his favorite pastime with her and replaced intercourse as his common request. When he’d slip back into the headquarters building with her late at night, security guards looking the other way, he would sit in his big leather desk chair and have her perform fellatio on him. Sometimes she didn’t even have to slip out of her panties!
Wasn’t long before she had managed to memorize his password and logins from watching him drunkenly trying to sign on to his company computer. Soon enough she was hacking in whenever he’d pass out on the leather couch inside his office. She downloaded and forwarded reams of files to Min-Pharma, working fast to steal as much as she could. Min-Pharma was thrilled with her results. Subsequently they informed her to stay even longer and see what else she could find.
With time however, the insatiable womanizer, now chief of corporate marketing, who had the final say on all marketing and promotional activities undertaken by the company, sought to expand their sexual horizons. He was quite smitten with her by then, and told her of his feelings regularly. But what he desired of her next was something she found to be rather disturbing … when he asked her to let him “share” her with a “close friend”. Zero was hesitant … that is, until he told her who he had in mind.
The Vice President of Sales right down the hall – a member of the same fraternity as himself, though not at the same college – was precisely the fellow he wanted to join in with their private encounters. When Zero reported this back to Min-Pharma, her superiors adamantly encouraged her to play along. No telling what else she might be able to learn, they said.
The first threesome occurred after a dinner engagement at a fancy New York restaurant which had an open grill and trained chefs performing the cooking duties. Guests sat around the grill area and watched as these artisans dazzled them with their skills and antics. It was quite entertaining! But during dinner, the two men directed her to sit in between as they loaded up on grilled vegetables and seafood (plus nearly a full liter of warm Japanese sake between the two of them). Wasn’t long before they began groping her thighs and reaching up the legs of her panties. Zero offered no objection to this of course. By then the VP of Sales was a brand-new target she had been specifically ordered to “cultivate”.
When the two drunken executives later hailed a cab to take her back to corporate headquarters, it was the VP of Marketing who began extolling the “erotic skills” of this “charming Girl Friday” he’d found working in a lowly clerical position within his department. He told his colleague of her “special abilities” in the bedroom, not the least of which was her capacity for swallowing his cock down her throat until he ejaculated. The VP of Sales – heck for that matter, the cab driver himself - was quite intrigued and outwardly impressed with what he heard.
“Well, let’s try her out then shall we?” he said while caressing her shoulders in the back of the cab. “What say we take her back to your office right now and let her have at it?”
Zero huskily commented, “Hell yeah. I’m in. How about you Mr. Davidson?” and the VP of Marketing nodded vigorously. She knew it was his objective all along – could tell by how he seemed so royally pleased with himself at her cooperation.
Therefore, back in the man’s office, well after 22:00 hours, the two men took turns mounting her. Ultimately, they had her strip naked for them and ordered her to bend over the VP’s big executive desk so Mr. Davidson could penetrate her from behind while standing up. Then the VP of Sales, he lustfully suggested, could receive a blowjob from her while standing on the other side.
“How’s that, Billbo? Ya’ likin’ it?” remarked Mr. Davidson breathily, as he thrust in and out of her vagina. “Billbo” (that was his nickname within the inner circle of the corporate elite) could not help but concede: this was truly a mind-blowing experience.
“Hottest goddam thing I’ve ever tried, buddy,” he replied. It ended up taking him only a few minutes after that to climax and erupt hot semen down her throat. Davidson followed suit only seconds later. Then both men passed out drunk. Davidson drifted off in his big office chair – wearing nothing but his undershirt and smelly socks. Billbo, the VP of Sales, slept on the couch. Zero, sensing they’d be out for a while, used the opportunity to do some well-timed snooping.
Cleaning crews out on the office floor were finishing up their nightly tasks. Offices were wide open everywhere she looked. Trash was being emptied. Carpets vacuumed. And Zero, who was now panty-less (Billbo had brazenly requested to keep her underpants as a souvenir) and wearing nothing but her micro-skirt and brassiere (in her rush she didn’t bother looking for her blouse), promptly seized the initiative to sneak into Billbo’s private office to see what she could accomplish.
She figured with the cleaning crew making so much racket this shouldn’t be too terribly difficult. Unfortunately, a rather surprised laborer – in wrinkled coveralls and stained work boots – was still hard at work in that very same office and rushing to finish the job so he and the rest of his crew could call it a night. Zero was determined however. And sensing she’d need the man’s cooperation, she endeavored to convince the busy fellow to “take a little break” from his labors.
“Hello? Hi … hi. I’m Zero. Are you working in here?” she asked timidly as she entered the office. Busily vacuuming the carpet and not realizing he was no longer alone, the man startled. This was certainly something new - running into a gorgeous half-naked woman hanging around the office floor in the middle of a weeknight. Come to think of it … this had never happened even once! The astounded fellow raised up and turned off the vacuum cleaner.
“Sorry to disturb you. Are you almost finished?” she then asked politely but with a look of innocent mischief. “I mean, I can come back later if you want.” The man couldn’t help himself from stuttering out a rather confused answer.
“Uh … um … no, I – I mean yeah. Uh … come on in if ya’ wanna. You lost or somethin’ girl?” he asked with a grin. “You come back here tryin’ to find your shirt maybe?” he then added with a slight wink, noticing she was wearing only a bra. Zero snickered playfully. The cleaning crewman was a tall, lanky black man and when he smiled, his teeth flashed bright white, right along with his eyeballs, as he checked her out head to toe. Name stenciled on a patch above his breast pocket indicated his name was “Smooth” – or perhaps that was his company’s logo, she wasn’t sure. Likely it was his nickname and he preferred to go by that “handle” at work. Zero addressed him that way whether it was or not. Meanwhile she thought fast about a possible way to make sure she completed her mission without alerting anyone else to her visit to the private office of the VP of Sales. Whatever the hell his name was, she needed this happy fellow’s complicity to pull it off.
Only question remaining was how to win him over; and as she looked down the man’s torso to his crotch, one potential solution to her dilemma seemed to be arising already. Seemed the crewman was getting aroused. She knew it once she saw the man’s bulge starting to enlarge underneath his coveralls. He obviously wasn’t wearing pants or jeans underneath. Either that or he was packing a very, very big dick. Problem solved, she thought to herself. All she had to do now was charm the guy into letting her have access to the VP’s office, and she knew just how to accomplish this.
Nevertheless, she sought to approach things carefully, just in case the man might be inclined to report what he’d seen to his superiors the next day. Guys loved to brag about their sexual exploits after all. This might be disastrous – and she knew she could not allow that to happen. Thus she created a clever ploy to seduce the man into colluding with her, using all she knew from her past about how to appeal to a gentleman’s base instincts – and weaknesses.
It wouldn’t take much to achieve her ultimate mission, for tucked deep within her skirt pocket was a micro-camera used for indoor surveillance. It wasn’t any bigger than a pill bottle. All she needed to do was find a shelf where it could be placed, and once distracted the poor crewman would have had no idea what she was really up to. Only thing she needed was a naughty little diversion. It all came together quickly once she pretended to be looking for a rather discrete item she claimed the VP of Sales had sent her back to his office to find. Something he’d specifically requested in order to use on her. When she put it that way, the poor fellow was more than willing to assist.
“Well … you see,” began Zero in response, “we kind of uh … had ourselves a little party down the hall, if you didn’t notice earlier.” The man blushed. He’d been quite aware of the little soiree back in the corner office with the door locked. It was easy to hear what was going on inside. Knew for some time of Zero’s regular encounters back there as well. Not knowing any better he’d taken her for a prostitute the first time he’d seen her in the building late at night. Saw her two or three times leaving the VP’s office well after 22:00 hours. Hair disheveled, adjusting her skirt, now here she was in the flesh – a lot more exposed than normal - which was plenty enough to get him extremely turned on.
“And my shirt? Oh yes uh … Smooth … I’m pretty sure I know where that is.”
He smiled when he noticed her reading off his embroidered nametag. She then added, “But that’s not what I really need right now. See uh … we’re kinda out of ideas you know?” She then clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out to give him an even better view of her boobs.
“Billbo … he’s sorta had a little too much to drink ‘n all … but says he’s got something in his desk for me. It’s uh … well, it’s kind o’ personal. Something he wants to play with – I mean with me – and him – uh, together. It’s um … it’s a sex toy you see?” She lowered her voice while saying this, and then very sexily pushed the door closed behind her, shutting it and turning to face “Smooth” while placing an index finger over her lips to indicate this needed to be kept totally secret.
Smooth (his real name was Stan) started piecing it together when she explained it that way. Apparently, at least in his mind anyway, those middle aged business executives must’ve drank too much and were unable to remain erect long enough to satisfy her. Or maybe the bastards wanted to see if they could get her off a few more times and they’d already expended themselves. When he’d thought about it for a moment longer the first theory was more plausible than the second.
“You mean them ‘ole white boys done run out o’ dirty things to do with ya’ … so they made you bring yo’ fine ass all the way down here to the big guy’s office … ‘n try to find what? A vibrator?” he clarified. “Is that what them fellas want you to come lookin’ for?” Zero pretended to blush embarrassedly, clasping her hands in front and pressing her boobs together with a naughty little smile. Smooth was sucked right in. “Shit. That’s messed up girl. What the hell would they have one o’ them thangs fo’ anyway?” By then, Zero was already plotting her next move. She was barefoot and her hair was still mussed from Billbo grasping her head while shoving his penis into her mouth.
“I guess he just keeps one handy in case he, well, in case he runs out of steam … er … down there I mean,” she replied - and as she did so she pointed at Smooth’s bulging crotch. “What can you do, right? He’s … you understand don’t you? Had a bit too much whiskey I guess. But please don’t tell anyone about this … okay Smooth? He’d be so embarrassed. You know how men are.” She then winked at him and eyed his crotch a couple more seconds just to make sure he knew she’d noticed his growing arousal.
“Nah … girl. Seriously? Fuck that shit. How ‘bout ya’ leave them ‘ole white boys back there and hang out with me instead, huh? They all be passed out drunk by now anyway. I ain’t shittin’ ya’. You kin go back and look if ya’ wanna. They sawin’ logs right now I bet.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t do that Smooth,” she protested feebly – in that way in which one doesn’t really seem to be protesting. “They’ll be waiting for me. I get into trouble if they miss me gone long time.” By now she was really pouring on the Asian accent, just to make her even more irresistible to the cleaning crew worker. Wanted to make sure he was serious about hosting her privately in the office with him. Felt she needed to tease him just a bit. Make him think she wasn’t going to give in that easily. Her lusty smile gave away her barely concealed intentions.
“And besides,” she then added, “aren’t you supposed to be working? Won’t your coworkers miss you?”
“Uh-uh,” he replied smirking. “They don’t know nothin’. ‘N besides we ain’t gonna take too long anyway. How about we try a little somethin’ of mine you might like. I got some stuff I like to use to kinda … get me by when I’m workin’, know what I mean?” Zero responded coyly by shrugging her shoulders and raising her eyebrows. “It ain’t ‘zactly legal o’ course, so don’t go tellin’ nobody ‘bout it hear?” He then unzipped his coveralls down to his navel and reached into his underpants. “I keep it real safe – right where I kin find it.” Zero smiled and chuckled. She could see as he rummaged around that his penis was nearly erect and being pushed to the side of his testicles so he could retrieve his stash. It looked like he was hiding a squirrel down there.
“What is it? Cocaine?” she asked. That was something she’d seen in a film once but wasn’t really sure what it might be. Only knew gangsters in the movie were selling something referred to by that name on the streets of Manhattan in some scene with a man who looked a lot like Smooth. “Crack Cocaine” they called it – or maybe just “crack” - she couldn’t quite remember. The cleaning worker only scoffed sardonically when asked such a naïve question.
“Nah, baby girl. Ain’t nobody fucks with that shit no more. That’ll kill ya’. This shit’s much better. C’mon ‘n give it a try. I been keepin’ it hidden all night so I kin do some more later on when I get off work.”
“What does it do?” she inquired, as she eyed the little baggy. The contents were an off-white colored powder, which looked just like the strange substance in the movie, only darker – almost tan colored. “How do you … you know … how do you … do it? Will it knock you out?”
Smooth laughed happily at her lack of street knowledge. If she had indeed been a working girl turning tricks in New York City she most certainly would have known what it was. But it didn’t matter now anyway. He just wanted her to get high with him before she headed back to the corner office to get her clothes and leave. That, and he knew those old white dudes were passed out drunk by now. Plenty of time to get her naked.
“Here, let me show you,” he replied. He then used his fingers to pinch up a small amount. “Take a little scoop, then just place it under your tongue … like this.” He demonstrated, pausing a few moments while it dissolved. After a second or two he continued speaking. “That’s it. Just like that. Usually do it with a spoon, as folks like to call it, but I ain’t got one o’ them thangs in ma’ drawers. Go ahead and use your fingers. It’s alright … I don’t mind.” Zero shook her head bashfully. She was not about to do drugs with him. Besides … whatever it was, it was bound to take effect on Smooth any second now. Best to let him become intoxicated by it and find yet another way to accommodate his urges. She needed to find a way to keep him distracted while she searched for a place to plant her micro-camera. A nearby bookshelf was a viable option, but she knew she needed to focus on Smooth for the time being. Without being too forward, naturally.
“No. Thanks, Smooth. You work hard. That cost lot of money I bet,” she replied. She then moved up closer to him. “How about you have a seat in Billbo’s big chair and relax while I look for his special toy, huh? I don’t tell anyone about this, I promise. ‘N you don’t tell nobody about seeing me in his office, okay?”
Smooth was beginning to feel the effects of the drug. His eyes grew glassy and eyelids started to droop. He got a look of casual concern on his face. Outside he could hear another vacuum cleaner running; and an electric floor buffer even further down the hallway in the lobby. If he was ever going to make his move on the half-naked woman, there was no better time than now.
“Ah, now… come on girl. Don’t mess with that shit. How ‘bout we just hang out together?” he slurred. “You know them boys down the hall ‘r out like a light. If not, they’d a’ been bangin’ on the door by now. How about you stay a little while with me … ‘n have a little fun? I mean we both be keepin’ secrets for each other already ‘n all. Why not show each other a good time … ‘fore we have to head on out?”
Zero grinned. This was precisely what she wanted him to say. Quid pro quo. He’d never tell a soul she’d been in that office with him now – in her brassiere and micro skirt – mussed up hair with no panties on and barefoot. And she’d never dare inform his company that he was doing drugs at work – after revealing that she’d been in a shameless, nocturnal tryst with two executives down the hall. Simple. All she needed was something to seal the deal.
“Well … okay,” she said, pretending to be giving in. “That begin to sound really good to me, Smooth. So uh, how ‘bout I take care of you first? You sit down for me, okay? I not do drugs with you, sorry … but there’s something else I believe I’d like to try … if you’d be willing?”
Smooth grinned from ear to ear – like the Cheshire cat from Alice and Wonderland - and nodded. “Yeah, now we talkin’ girl. Let ‘ole Smooth show you what else I got in my drawers. I think I got somethin’ better than some ‘ole goddam vibrator shovin’ in ‘n outta yo’ pussy. Here … let me show you.” He then unzipped his coveralls the rest of the way down and pulled out his thick penis. For a moment it looked like he was uncoiling a fire hose. Zero didn’t hesitate though. She moved in closer to grasp it with one hand, pushing him back onto the desk to have him sit. He peeled her bra straps over her shoulders so her breasts flopped out of their cups. Meanwhile she knelt on the carpet in between his legs and took him into her slowly.
It was salty and pungent – he probably hadn’t showered that day – but she nevertheless sucked him all the way down until he was throbbing and pulsing. By the time she’d released him from her mouth a few seconds later it was fully erect - quite possibly the largest penis she’d ever seen up close. Chocolate brown, circumcised, thick, and veiny, it extended outward like a divining rod. Realizing this was going to be a lot of work, she started off by licking all the way up the shaft from his ball sack to the tip, eyeing him the whole time, until she could see he was entranced by the pleasure she was giving him. She then began deep-throating him slowly and with great effort to try and force it down her throat. It was no longer a matter of controlling her gag reflex - she just had a hard time fitting it all in! But eventually she got it sliding in and out of her and began working his cock until he finally gave out a long sigh.
“Ah yeah,” he moaned. “You sure know what you’re doin’ suckin’ on that big cock don’t you?” Mouth filled to capacity, Zero could only whimper in response. He then added, “Oh yeah girl … we’ll be keepin’ this our little secret won’t we, you and me? Mmmm-hmmm. I ain’t tellin’ nobody you was here. You just go on and keep doin’ what ya’ doin’. It’s gonna be alright.” He then laid back on the big desk and rested, clasping his hands behind his head as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. It took all of ten minutes to finish him off. Sucking his balls, resting her jaws, all the while stroking him with her hand, then returning to swallowing him down until he neared orgasm, it was the hardest blowjob she ever gave.
Hopefully the last goddam time I ever have to do this, she thought to herself.
However it was also during this ordeal that she got a good look around the office for a perfect place to stick her surveillance camera. The camera she had tucked inside her pocket was a miniaturized transmission device. Ran on a solar battery that could last for thousands of hours. It could fit most anywhere. But most importantly was finding a place where it would not be seen or noticed. As Smooth began bucking, writhing, and straining like he was going to ejaculate, she identified just the right location for it among some college memorabilia from Billbo’s university days – a miniaturized model of an old style flatbed delivery truck sitting up toward the top, next to a deflated basketball with signatures written all over it. That would be the perfect location.
When Smooth released his huge load, grasping her by the hair as he sat up gasping and grunting; pulling her face back so he could jack himself off onto her cleavage, he then laid back on the desk, heaving a long pleasurable moan. Looked like he’d be out a few moments. This was as good a time as any she figured. As he lay there with one arm draped over his eyes thanking her and breathlessly extolling her astonishing oral skills, she very daintily snuck around him to climb up on the VP’s desk chair and place her surveillance camera on the model truck. It took only seconds. Mission accomplished. All she had left to do was call her contact inside Min-Pharma up in Toronto and tell her the job was done.
Over the course of the next week or two, Min-Pharma operatives began spying on the VP of Sales. Turned out he had far more interesting data on that computer of his. Demographical data. Market research. Statistics. And best of all product release dates, sales projections, and promotional tactics. This was indeed valuable. But they could also view his sign-on codes and login information to access these databases. It was practically all they needed to learn exactly what she should steal from him. Within two weeks, they were telling her she must get back in somehow. Get back and log into his computer using his own password and login. Told her just which files and databases she needed to send copies of. Told her just what they desired and where to find it.
Zero already knew how to do this of course. Smooth was now her “VIP pass”. Didn’t need those sleazy executives anymore. All she needed to do was find a way back onto the executive office floor after hours. One more blowjob – or perhaps something different just to placate him – and he’d have absolutely no objections in letting her have the office to herself for a while. Thus within a few days, she figured out a way in by posing as part of his work crew – with Smooth providing the baggy uniform to fool the security guard. From there it was pretty easy.
This time he wanted it all though. He had hot, steamy sex with her on top of that very same desk as before, with her arms draped around his neck while he drove into her methodically and rhythmically. He was so long and thick he actually bottomed out! And when he finally climaxed, groaning and grunting, snorting and panting, he thanked her profusely.
“Damn, girl. That’s one fine pussy you got there,” he snarled, “Baby, any ‘ole time you need inside the boss’s office, you look me up, ya’ hear?” He then gave her a big long kiss, zipped himself up, and got back to work cleaning nearby offices. Zero informed him she needed to clean up all the evidence of their naughty encounter while he finished his job for the night; and that gave her nearly twenty long minutes to access all the files Min-Pharma had ordered her to forward to them. It was plenty. By the time he returned, she was dressed again and relaxing in the VP’s desk chair. She and Smooth then headed out to his van and went out on the town visiting nightclubs until 04:00.
“It’s gonna be my treat,” she told him, so he took her to all the best dance clubs in the city, showing her off like she was his girlfriend. She never saw him again after that night. He’d served his purpose. She never returned to work either. Her objectives had been accomplished. Min-Pharma had just what they needed. The boss, they told her, was pleased. She could finally return to Toronto to receive her next assignment.
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That was basically the turning point for Min-Pharma as a legitimate public business. Oh yes, it was a bona-fide company even back then. A going concern. Set up by Kwang-Min Jo, Min-Pharma Enterprises was essentially a front company for laundering profits from his illicit smuggling operations. Cash generated from illegal drug sales could be funneled through the company and used to purchase stale name brands from competitors like Shkreli Corp., then used to fund his other “official” operations. It worked perfectly in pulling the wool over the authorities’ eyes for years.
But when the information she’d stolen from Min-Pharma’s chief competitor and industry leader began being applied to their own marketing and distribution efforts, sales went through the roof. Min-Pharma was portrayed as some cutting edge modern success story. It became the envy of the corporate world; and when the company finally went public with stock offerings a few years later, investors lapped it up. Kwang-Min became a billionaire. Zero went on to become his Chief of Security.
Of course, by that time Zero had more than earned her place in this role. After pulling off the outstanding coup, spying on Min-Pharma’s major competitor, Zero set her sights on getting in excellent shape, learning martial arts, hardening her body and steeling her mind to be able to defend herself. She transformed. Became almost warrior-like. Her superiors at Min-Pharma quickly took notice of this and gave her even more dangerous jobs to carry out. They no longer required her to pose as some dainty little Asian temptress. No, things changed quickly for Zero in terms of the way the company viewed her. She’d gained their respect. And Kwang-Min from behind the scenes was finding out all about her from his inner circle of advisors and informants. Zero advanced rapidly until she grew to be a part of that same inner circle herself.
Within five years, as she was getting into her mid to late twenties, he’d promoted her to head of his bodyguards – and began delegating even more delicate missions to her: namely the ongoing investigation into his brother’s whereabouts. In time he revealed to her his identical twin’s existence, and began directing her to infiltrate Space Programme. By that time, as Kwang-Min passed his 32nd birthday, all evidence began pointing to Young-Min being onboard the Santa Maria intergalactic space mission. And though it boggled the mind to even think it, Kwang-Min became convinced that was where Young-Min had been all these years.
Informants and eye-witnesses willing to accept payoffs to provide information were found and encouraged to spill details of what they thought they knew. Thus by the time the Nautilus had returned to Earth, it only served to confirm this theory. More people could be found after that who’d actually witnessed him being there – including one of the original colonists who’d known him as a teenager onboard the Santa Maria. At that point, Kwang-Min knew for sure.
That’s also when Kwang-Min began developing plans for a special role his brother could serve within his now expanding empire. All he needed Zero to do was pinpoint how soon Young-Min would be returning. Seems he’d heard tell of a new drug being developed in Afghanistan which would in all likelihood blow the doors off the consumer drug industry for years to come, making him and his company billions ….
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