Jenna is sitting in her car with her body tense and one leg thumping at the carpet floor as she watches in trepidation as the sun slowly sinks behind the hillside. She is parked in the corner hub of a gas station parking lot perched like a vulture in waiting as the traffic slowly dies down around this industrial area of the city. There is this terrible mixture of fear and excitement roiling in her guts as the natural light of the day fades into night. The street lamps start to flare on in preparation for the coming darkness as she agonizes over what she is about to do in only a few scant moments.
She murmurs to herself needing to hear some reassurance with a firm tone because she feels this awful urge in her guts like she is about to puke. "This is it, my path to real fame you can't fall back from this now."
She looks to the keycard card clutched in her hand with this growing weight of uncertainty.
This card was an unexpected boon that had been left behind by one of her more regular clients while being an escort since her blog has hardly exploded as she had hoped. The man was easily the most professional of her clients since he always came to her clean and well-dressed for their long and sordid romps. She recalls with a grin that he clearly had some cash to spend since he would routinely treat her to fancy meals and nice things. She was starting to get this impression that he might have had the intention to be her sugar daddy he was lavishing her with so much attention. Her soft smile of memory fades at the thought when it had all changed so suddenly. He got this one phone call while he was with her at dinner. He never said a word back and only listened with a stoic look on his face He gave her nothing more than a short glance and left the restaurant where a black SUV was waiting.
In his haste he had left his coat behind in the coat check with the keycard in a side pocket. This barely phased Jenna at first and his coat just sat in a heap in her closet waiting for him to retrieve it. It was only until the events of Raccoon city when this card even piqued her interest at all. The name of the company on the card was the only indication she had to go on for her search. She managed to find the site but only once for the address to the lab because the next time she tried to look it up she had discovered that the site was now missing. It was in that moment she had witnessed a bio tech company after the outbreak in Raccoon city suddenly vanish from existence. That was when she knew she had somehow fell face first into a golden opportunity to be one of those famous whistle blowers just like that Snowden guy.
Her heart feels like it pumping against her chest with the growing anxiety once only the street lamps offer her any light. D-19 is the industrial name of the building that could possibly been a lab working for the Umbrella corporation and potentially possess information for her to scavenge from. She is forced to ponder for a moment that this place could even be tied to what happened in Raccoon city. Her light up as a grin curls at the corners of her mouth at the implications of such a scoop sends a thrilling tingle rushing up her spine that she physically has to shudder away the feeling. She wants to act now and get in there but she struggles to find the willpower to commit in the face of all the looming consequences if she is wrong. She gnaws at her plump bottom lip as all the criminal charges spin through her head as she murmurs them aloud. "Trespassing, Breaking and entering with the possibility of Theft... All this to fucking blow a whistle." She groans burying her face in her palms as she thinks that maybe it is better for her that if she only just flirts with the idea of being famous.
She shakes her blonde head and straightens up squaring her shoulders while she growls some fierce words of encouragement. "Come on Jen, don't be a fucking coward!" With a stoic face she shoves open the door of her car and climbs out from the car to start the long walk towards her intended target. She keeps her eyes fixated forward but her stride far too fast to be considered casual. This toxic temptation for fame is just too sweet of a poison for a neurotic girl like her as she strides down the side walk. Her stomach is still roiling with waves of nausea as she forces herself against all her instincts to break into this lab. The streets are dead at this hour and it only helps enhance this looming sense of foreboding when she stands before the perfectly square monolith of a four story building. She notices that every single window on the building have been sealed with heavy looking steel shutters what is strange is that even the upper levels are sealed off as well.
She tries to keep herself as nonchalant as possible as she makes her way to the front door but her arms are stiff with tension and her hands are balled into tight fists. She at least made the attempt to dress like she could be a secretary that works for the lab except that if anyone were to look at her right now they would think that she looks like an escort pretending to be a secretary. She is wearing a white button up blouse but the fabric is straining tightly around her massively endowed chest. She had to unfasten a few buttons just to relive the compression on her rack but now there are too many buttons undone giving her this sinful valley of cleavage. Her top is so wide open that the sides of her matching white bra that support her heavy tits are sticking out from under the sides of the shirt. She uses her bra as holster for her phone since she has no pockets on her outfit. The square shape of her device breaks up the uniform swell of her huge rack as it is tucked against the side of one her tits.
She wears an almost modest black skirt that comes down to the middle of her thighs keeping it not too short that she could flash her naughty bits if she bends over but not too long in case she needs to flee from security. Still her neuroticism wins out here as well since this skirt hugs her voluptuous ass sinfully tight to enhance her alluring figure. The stretchy garment that proudly displays each cheek of her ass as the material dips into the cleft of her rear end. Her long toned legs are sheathed with high black and grey checkered stockings that hug her thighs just under her shaved sex while her plump pussy lips slowly devour her g string with every step. She may be trying to be discreet but her constant hunger for attention clearly has won out in her choice of dress.
She comes around to the front plaza and stops dead in her tracks and the sight of the front doors makes her pause with a stunned stare. They have been barred with what looks like just this huge metal slab making the front of the building appear more like a fortified bunker. Seeing this is a strange feature for what is supposed to be just a simple industrial building fills Jenna's thoughts will kinds of possible implications. Her heart starts to race as the tangible prospect that this building could indeed be hiding a secret if they need to have such a secure building. She entirely skips over another more dangerous concept that a blockade like this might not just meant to be keeping something out but rather it is keeping something inside.
With the front entrance blocked she is forced to search around the sides of the building to try and find another way inside. Her search is quickly rewarded as all she needs to do is walk around to one side of the building to discover one of its many raised entry points of a fire escape. She hurriedly bounds up the concrete stairs and involuntarily makes her tits bounce heavily with every rising step. Once she is at the heavy metal door that is labelled with bright red letters that reads 'Authorized Personnel Only!'
She looks to the almost hidden slit of a card reader that is tucked beside the heavy metal lock and sighs before shoving the card into the reader. "Well... Here goes nothing."
