"This is the spot," the thirty-year-old man says after stopping suddenly in the middle of the forest. Like he's been the entire trip, the man is alert and attentive, acting as if something could attack at any moment.
The man kneels down to one knee and examines the ground, as if he can see something no one else is able to. The rest of his team stops as well, where they each wear a different expression.
There are five members in the mysterious man's team, including him. He was the one that recruited them, vetted them and laid out what their role would be in this mission. Each knows they have a special part to play in what he means to do. And each also knows they will be paid a hell of a lot of money if they are successful.
"Remember the rules," the mysterious man tells the group, again. He knows he doesn't have to say this as he made each of them memorize all of the rules, but he wants to impress upon them how serious this is. That their lives are at stake here.
"Whatever I say, you do, no matter how crazy it may seem. Even if I tell you to shoot yourself in the head, it is for a reason that will save your life," he tells the group as serious as can be as he keeps looking at the spot on the ground.
"Johnson, the group of college kids, how far are they?" the mysterious man, who they call "Professor" asks another member of the group who is decked out in military gear. The military man is called Johnson, and he was hired by Professor because he is a very experienced tracker, having served many tours and hundreds of missions. Not just that, but he is versed in guerrilla warfare and has extensive experience in combat.
"100 meters, west. They just arrived at what looks to be a cabin, but is clearly a front," Johnson replies, pointing in that direction. Currently he wears something that most would think is a VR device but isn't. It's the viewer to a very special drone that has a cloaking device, developed by the military for stealth.
"A front?" a woman in the group asks, clearly confused. She looks at Johnson, then at the Professor, showing that she feels she's not been told important information.
"The group is going to go inside that cabin, once they do, we start. This isn't going to give us much time, so get prepared," Professor says, ignoring the woman completely.
"Something...something isn't right. Military Man here is right. That cabin isn't really a cabin," a man who the Professor has been calling "The Mind" says, making his opinion known.
To look at "The Mind" one would think that he is a lawyer or stockbroker as he is dressed rather well. Even now, when he wears clothes meant for hiking, you can tell they are very expensive. But the reason he was hired is one that no one would ever guess. The Mind is an accomplished psychic, using his abilities for as much profit as he can get for them.
"Hell, all of this...it's not real. I mean, it is, like there's dirt and those are real trees," The Mind says as he motions all about the huge forest they are in.
"But...it's fake. It's all been set up, like a movie set," The Mind continues. His face shows how concerned he is at this, as this is unlike anything he's felt before. From the look he gives, the others can tell he is downright scared.
"Yes, I know," Professor says, waving off The Mind's concern as well.
"Subjects are inside the cabin," Johnson says as his drone scouts the cabin.
"Time to get started. We have maybe fifteen or thirty minutes before they know we are here," the Professor tells the team. Only the woman in the group notices that the Professor doesn't mean the college kids. She catches that he is referring to someone or some ones else.
"Operation One starts now. Remember the plan, stick to it," The Professor announces, standing back up.
"Johnson, set up the perimeter. You have 4 minutes," the Professor then orders Johnson. Johnson pulls off his backpack and begins to pull out item after item. He quickly starts to assemble these various items, to which he very quickly sneaks off, keeping low to the ground as if expecting a firefight.
The team watches Johnson rushes off, especially the woman where she figures the military man must be moving to a better vantage spot to be able to see the area. Unlike the others, she doesn't seem to be overly concerned about the weirdness of what is happening.
"Mind, be on guard for anything...not natural. I don't care how small it may feel, you let me know the moment you feel something coming," Professor tells the Mind.
"Father, you best find a shady spot to hide in," The Professor tells the last member of the team, which is a real Catholic Priest. He is the oldest of the team being in his sixties, but to look at him you wouldn't think he's a priest as he dresses almost as if he's homeless.
On purpose Professor doesn't say anything to the woman on the team. She stands in back, a forgotten member, as everyone else gets ready for their part. Unlike the others, she wasn't given some detailed plan to remember, but instead was told to follow along and do as requested. Also unlike the others, they all know what her profession is, which is why none of them talk to her.
"Alright, Whore...you're up," The Professor says, finally acknowledging the woman. She looks at the Professor with a look that seems to suggest she may punch him for giving her that code name, but she shakes it off like she's done several times today. For what he's paying her, he's free to call her a whore. She's making more from this little session than what she would in an entire year.
"Here? Like this?" The Whore asks, noticing that The Mind is just feet away. Not to mention that The Father is still nearby as he has found a hollow tree to hide in that is about twenty feet away. The larger man is trying to force himself into the hollow tree, breaking pieces away.
"Yes," The Professor states as if this shouldn't be an issue. That he's given an order and is annoyed she isn't following it. The fact it concerns sex in front of others doesn't seem to cross his mind.
"We don't have time, ok? We have to perform the summoning. This is the first step," Professor tells the Whore very sternly, revealing that he is very concerned about the time they are wasting. He yells this very much like a teacher yelling at a student.
"Alright. If that's what you want," the Whore says, shrugging with the oddness of the request.
The Whore moves in front of the standing Professor where she kneels. With practiced ease, her hands reach for his belt. She quickly undoes the belt and then pulls down the Professor's pants as the man taps away on the tablet he has. He doesn't even seem interested in what is about to happen.
This isn't the first time that The Whore has had to blow someone with others watching. It's actually a lot of guy's fantasy, as she understands it is really about power than sex. That men get off on the power of being able to say "I'm getting a blowjob, and you aren't" to other men. One client actually made her look at the man watching as she sucked her client's cock while the man hurled insults at the man watching.
As a seasoned escort, The Whore has had sex countless times with both men and women. In short, if she is paid enough, she will be whomever her client wants her to be. She'll do whatever the client wants, within reason. Not that she'll enjoy it, but for enough money she doesn't mind getting kinky.
Moving her manicured fingers to the Professor's waistband, she pulls down his underwear until his hard cock springs out. He had already told her he was going to take ED medication to make sure his cock would be hard, "in case it was needed." But The Whore is a bit surprised as the older man has a dick bigger than most.
Saying nothing, The Whore opens her mouth and moves forward. Most of her clients want to hear her say how huge their cock is, or something else to stroke their ego. But The Professor doesn't seem to care. In fact, it is the first time The Whore wonders if her client even wants to have sex. The way he doesn't seem to pay attention to her is a first. And in what is also a first, it arouses her.
Closing her lips around his cock, The Whore gently sucks as she moves down on his cock. Using her skills, she deep throats him at once, wanting to show him just how good she is. There she lets all of his dick go inside her mouth where she keeps her throat open. There she shakes her head a little, knowing it drives most men crazy to feel their cockhead massaged by her throat.
The Whore pulls her head back, allowing her lips to trail over the hard cock in her mouth. She does this slowly at first, trying to get the man into what is happening. She does this a few times, being as sexy and seductive as possible, even looking up at him, but no dice. He doesn't even seem to notice, which drives her to get even more aroused.
She moves down his cock again, now going faster. Soon she bobs her head quickly, moving up and down the hard cock, her face hitting his stomach each time she goes down. As if it is a challenge, she wants to hear the older fucker moan from this blowjob. For him to admit this is the best blowjob he's even gotten, just because he doesn't seem interested.
"Anything yet?" The Professor asks The Mind, as if he's not having a blowjob performed. Hearing this drives The Whore even more wild, causing her to move faster, even if it is painful for her.
"No, nothing has changed," The Mind replies, trying hard not to look in the direction of the sex act being performed. Despite being considered rich and not lacking in sex, The Mind feels very much awkward at what is happening. He doesn't understand as he's been to downright orgies before, where there are people fucking everywhere. But there's something about THIS sex act that is more alluring than he wants to admit.
"In place," Johnson's voice then says over the radio. Every member of the group wears an earpiece in their left ear. It's how they can communicate with the group by pressing the button on the side. The Whore finds it rather fancy as if you say the group member's name, the message only goes to that member thanks to AI or whatever.
