Hank flopped down on his bed, pulling out his phone.
Hank: Yo, John is pissed, man. Might come look for u
Pissed was an understatement. John was a stickler about house meetings. He'd give the guys shit if they were a few minutes late. Willy had completely blown off the house meeting to go play games by the lake with his girlfriend. And more than an hour later, he still was AWOL.
"Dumb ass," Hank muttered to himself. Willy was a lot of fun at a party, and a decent wingman. But reliable, he was not. Still, blowing off a big house meeting was bold, even for Willy. Must be some picnic, Hank thought.
The phone pinged.
Willy: Sorry. She stood me up, man. I'm gonna go take a walk.
Hank: Yeah, sucks when people flake, huh?
Hank immediately regretted sending the message. Willy wasn't great at picking up at sarcasm even in person, much less over text. The phone pinged.
Willy: Yeah. I haven't been a good boyfriend or a good friend.
Willy: I'm going to take a walk downtown. I'll be back tonight.
"The fuck?" Hank typed furiously, shaking his head.
Hank: Who are u, and what have u done with Willy lol?
Hank: Talk like a lil emo bitch. Probly just blowing us off to "study" w/Laney
Hank: Just sayin ur ass gonna get booted if you don't stop by and make nice w/John.
Willy: Yeah, yeah. Phone's dying. Later.
* * *
Else ignored the chime from Willy's phone. This was a good enough place to end things as any. And Hank was already getting suspicious of "Willy's" sudden turn towards literacy and self-reflection. She carefully wiped her prints off the phone and threw it as far into the lake as she could. Then she stooped down by the water and washed her hands for the eighth time since she'd said her last goodbye to Willy. The blood was long gone, but it felt necessary. If only she'd been as careful about the rest of her plan.
She could already see the holes in it -- all the little mistakes that would inevitably lead back to her. And Willy? Well he'd just been another dumb shit stain of a boyfriend. She hadn't even been caught, and she could already tell it wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.
Elsie smiled grimly to herself. It was too late to take it back. Maybe Willy's asshole friend was right. A visit to Laney "probly" would make her feel better. There were more shitty boyfriends in the world than stars in the sky, but a false friend like Laney? In Elsie's opinion, that was something rare.
* * *
Carla picked up Laney's keys and unlocked the glass double doors opposite the front entrance. The door lead out to a pretty little walled in garden, complete with a stone path, a bench, and a few small stone icons, pilfered from various Eastern religions.
It was bordered by a semi-detached building, housing two sets of showers and changing rooms. Between them was the sauna, a traditional wooden design with only a small glass panel looking out on the garden. Carla carefully scoped out the place, looking inside both the men's and women's changing rooms, before re-locking the men's. The weather had improved, and the sun and wind were already drying the place, which meant drop-ins were likely. She carefully toweled off the stone bench -- it wouldn't do to have sloppiness tip off an exacting client.
She knew she couldn't let anyone who stopped by leave -- at least not if they saw her or Joey. But if he could get Laney back to the desk soon, it would increase Carla's options. The chemical they'd used on Laney should keep her horny, dazed, and suggestible for awhile, making her particularly susceptible to programming through sexual reinforcement.
That might be enough, but it was hard to know. The plan had been to start using her in the field today, both as a live test of the drug's usefulness on mission, and an experiment in creating a new type of on the field assistant. If Laney could serve the customers without arousing suspicion, it would open up all kinds of options for training field recruits during other jobs.
It had all made sense in the planning phase -- All the women on the schedule were scheduled to come in one at a time, and targeted for acquisition anyway, so it wouldn't matter too much if it didn't work perfectly; Joey and Carla could easily handle customer suspicion -- Or rather, handle suspicious customers.
But they hadn't count on an open sauna event, where any woman could walk in off the street, unexpectedly. They might really need Laney after all, assuming Joey could pull it off. But what if he couldn't?
Carla sent a quick text to Jan, instructing him to come ASAP. He'd been scheduled to arrive a bit later, helping them with tidying and product packaging and transport, then hand it off to the cleanup crew. She was not thrilled about having to ask him for a favor. The nicest thing she could say about Jan was that he always showed up and rarely screwed up badly. She just hoped he got his new test subject, or she'd never hear the end of it.
* * *
Joey yanked off Laney's panties, then pushed her upper body down on the massage table, her arms now freed. The blindfolded captive cooed, wiggling her ass as he unzipped his pants and picked up a bottle of almond oil.
The slow gyrations of her plump, eminently spankable ass made him really want to take his time with this one, but in light of the open sauna, it just wasn't an option. He needed to get her training underway, preferably setup in a position where she could stay docile and engaged if he was needed.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his craft, he thought, rubbing the oil up and down his shaft.
"Joey?" Laney simpered, "Are you gonna- ooooh!"
Her sentence evaporated with a satisfyingly breathy moan. Carla had been right about Laney. With Carla, she'd been a bit of a brat despite the chemically-enforced obedience. But as soon as she saw Joey's cock pulsing, she was as excited as a puppy hearing the jangling of keys.
"Okay, Laney," he said. "It's important that you pay attention now."
"Oh, w-wait!" she gasped, as he slowly pushed forward. "That's big. Big cock."
He slapped her ass. "Hush." She huffed, but held her tongue. Carla had been right about the increased sensitivity too. Joey was big, no question, but he wasn't even all the way in yet, and the way Laney twitched and whimpered almost in rhythm with his heartbeat, that was unusual. He paused to let her feel the power he had over her, holding her down. Then, excruciatingly slowly, the head pressed in, spreading her open. "It feels good, doesn't it, Laney?"
"Yeah," she breathed. "big."
"Good," he said, squeezing her hips in his strong hands.. "Now, press back against me, slowly."
"Joey," she whined, struggling to push back, "Just fuck me, please!"
He swatted her ass, and pulled her off him, holding her in place. "You need to be a good girl for me today. We'll do this until you get it right."
"Joooeeyy!"
"Hush" he replied, slapping her again. She let out a whimper of defeat.
"Okay," he said, lining himself up. "Now slowly, like you were told."
"Slowly, like..." she mumbled, slowly pushing back towards him. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and when his head finally slipped through her opening, she had to bite her lip to avoid crying out, her whole body shaking as she struggled to follow his instructions.
"Better," he said. "Forward now."
