This is not the official report. This is for me, to read and savor later.
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I knew the girl had it. I had followed her from the coffee shop and saw her check into the motel.
I had to get to her before she hid it, when she still had it on her. I was quick enough--she had opened the motel room door and stepped inside, and I gave her maybe 30 seconds before I was sticking a card into the keycard slot.
She heard this, of course, and opened the door with a confused look on her face.
"Yes?"
Fuck, she was even hotter up close. Beautiful blue eyes, and a figure that made my mouth water. Poor girl didn't realize what she had gotten herself into. She was about to find out.
"My card doesn't seem to be working. And what are you doing in my room?"
"What?" She was still confused. Poor girl. She was totally over her head.
"One twenty-seven. This is my room. Look. Look in the bathroom. My things are in there."
She left the door open and turned to look around the room. Big mistake.
I stepped inside quickly, grasping her wrist and closing the door behind me.
She gasped and tried to pull away, but I yanked her back.
"Get out!"
Still holding her wrist, I pushed her against the wall and put my other hand over her mouth.
"Shhhhhh," I whispered. "We both know why I'm here. You have something that doesn't belong to you. I'm here to get it back. Now where is it?"
I loosened my grip on her mouth so she could reply. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall, this is where I realized just how delicious she was. Astonishing blue eyes . . . and I was feeling her tight young body squirming against me. And her scent! I was close enough to breathe in her perfume . . . almost too distracting. But back to business . . .
"Don't fuck with me, girl! You have a microdrive. It's not yours. I saw your contact give it to you at the coffee shop. You went to the restroom, and then you came straight here. I want it back. Tell me where it is, or I will find it. You won't be happy if I have to look for it."
"I don't know what you're talking about. Please let me go."
"All right, play dumb. This is what happens to girls who play dumb."
I spun her around, still holding her wrist, which I immediately handcuffed. Then I seized her other wrist and pulled them together. Snickkkkkk, and she was cuffed. Holding her by the hair, I walked her to the bed and stood her against it. Reaching around her, I grabbed both sides of her button-up top and pulled. Buttons flew as it tore open. Pulling it over her shoulders and down her arms, it bunched up against her cuffed hands.
"No, please, I don't have it!"
At this point, I gave her a thorough patdown above the waist. With only her bra, it was easy, and very very pleasant. I made sure to give her full, firm breasts extra attention, above and beyond the job requirements. Fuck, she had a sweet pair of tits. Pierced nipples too. Jeez, she is a fucking HOT little thing.
Of course, she squirmed as I searched (and fondled) her. It was a VERY thorough fondling. And that's how I found the microdrive. Tucked up under her breast, inside her bra.
I popped open the bra clasp and cupped her breast as the bra fell away. There it was, in the bra cup. The microdrive. Well, it MIGHT be our microdrive, or maybe it was a decoy. My search wasn't done.
"Well, well, well. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? Sure, every tight little college girl carries a microdrive under her left tit."
"You got what you wanted. Let me go."
"I'm not done yet."