The Misadventures Of Josh Pt 07

Foreword

As always, thank you for your continued support. I do check the comments and try to incorporate your thoughts into the chapters as much as I can. I'll start adding character refreshers at the beginning so that you can all keep who's who straight.

Also, gentle reminder that this is a silly and contrived story built on the basis that Josh is truly oblivious. Hilariously stupid misunderstandings and ridiculously absurd assumptions are par for the course here, and that won't be changing anytime soon.

Part VII Character Refresher:

- Josh's Girls

o Allison: Head of the household with a take-charge attitude.

o Becky: Allison's BFF who is trying to assert her independence by starting her own operation.

o Emma: Naïve redhead who is happy to go along with most schemes.

o Libbi: Becky's aunt; timid and shy; runs production for Becky.

o Natalie: Tattoo-parlor owner who has been managing distributions for Becky's new operation.

o Nira: Newly acquired Indian procurement officer.

- Josh's Collaborators

o Dana: Trust-fund manager who supports Josh from behind the scenes.

- Sluts

o Lainy AKA Slut One: FBI forensic accountant imbedded in Dana's firm.

o Julia AKA Slut Two: FBI field agent.

o Anya AKA Slut Three: FBI field agent imbedded with the Russian cartels.

- Antagonists / Others

o Domingo: San Francisco drug-lord.

o Sevana: Head of production and distribution for Domingo.

o Mateo: Sevana's right-hand man.

o Agent Michaels: FBI Handler.

Once Upon a Time in San Francisco

Sevana tightened her hand around the gun, the contoured grip fitting comfortably in her hand. It was the only thing giving her any sense of comfort, not that it would save her.

She peeked over the upturned desk, the room a mess of shattered glass and blood. Years of do-or-die situations had her on a hair trigger, and when the first explosion had rocked the warehouse, she'd already been halfway across the room before the hail of bullets cut down Antonio. He hadn't even had time to react before his head had exploded.

This had to be the new outfit; the one that had been plaguing her operations for the past week. Domingo had told her to wrap it up quickly, but it had spiraled out of control almost overnight. First, her two messengers had been dispatched, with only Carmen making it back alive and in no state to be of much use to anyone. Then, they'd firebombed one of her major distribution centers. Finally, they'd hit the production facility, trapping her and Mateo in the second-floor control room, with nothing separating them but some hastily piled desks against the only door.

"Fucking call Domingo," Mateo yelled, hunkered down behind an overturned table.

"You think I haven't already tried?" Sevana spat back.

"Fuck! I'll do it," Mateo said, pulling his phone out. He cursed and dropped it moments later. "Who the fuck are these people? DEA? ATF? It's gotta be some government-backed group. Tech to jam signals like this isn't something anyone can just deploy."

Sevana grit her teeth so hard they creaked. There wasn't a way out of this. No way to call for backup, and based on the sudden silence downstairs, no more security left. Whoever they were, they were fast, efficient, and they weren't fucking around.

"Sevana, do something!"

"What the fuck do you expect me to do?" Sevana snapped at him, her nerves already beyond fraying. "The security team is already down. Kill them or die trying. We don't have any options left."

A sharp 'twang' rang out, just before something sailed through the open window and clattered across the floor toward them.

"Down!" Sevana yelled, hunching down behind the desk and covering her head with her hands.

A blinding explosion filled her vision, burning her eyes. Her hands hardly seemed to dull the sound; her ears blasted by the sharp burst. She felt the second explosion rather than hearing it, a sharp ringing dominating her world.

The next thing she knew, she was on the ground, a knee in her back. A sharp pain wracked her shoulder as her arm bent back, her pistol already on the floor. Darting a glance to Mateo, he too was restrained, a leather-clad woman slamming her heel into his palm as he reached for his gun. His mouth opened in a scream, though nothing but ringing filled Sevana's ears.

The stiletto heel dug into the webbing of his hand, the boot glossy as light played off its smooth surface. It melded seamlessly into the tight, black leather encasing the shapely leg. It molded to her like a second skin, every motion of her taut muscles clearly displayed beneath. A tight collar wrapped her neck, letters gleaming on the surface.

Sevana's eyes bugged out as the word became clear, searing into her retinas. The same word that Carmen had cried whenever they'd questioned her.

SLUT.

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A slow smile crept onto Libbi's face as Daddy's eyes lovingly roamed her. Daddy would love anything she wore, because it was her that was wearing it, but to have his smile of approval meant the world to her. More so because it was the first outfit she'd worn in a long time that finally felt right to her.

"Do... do you like it, Daddy?" Libbi asked, her cheeks warming under his gaze.

Libbi did a slow spin, showing off her clothes, reminiscent of Becky's business outfit she had worn at the lab. A white, pencil skirt that ended at her bare knees with a white business vest covering her pale-blue button shirt, and a matching white blazer adorned her. Short heels gave her butt a bit of a lift, and a cute clip pulled her hair back and off her shoulders.

"Do you like it, baby?" he countered.

Right, it wasn't just about what Daddy liked, but about her making a decision for herself. Without Becky's input. Though, she desperately wished Becky were here. Maybe the jacket was too much? Maybe a looser skirt? Daddy liked being able to run his hands up her bare thighs.

Libbi shook herself to chase away her second thoughts. She needed to own this. To choose what made her happy.

"Yes, Daddy. I like it."

Josh smiled widely at her words. "Then I love it. This is a wonderful start, Libbi. I'm so proud of you."

Libbi's cheeks burned under his praise. She cast a coy glance at him, pushing herself to show him what else she'd done. It wasn't anything as daring as what Becky would have suggested, but to Libbi, it was a huge step.

"I think you'd like this, Daddy," she said, letting her jacket droop from her bare shoulders. "I thought that even if no one saw it, I could still feel a little... daring. Do you like it?"

Her answer came as Josh wrapped his strong hands around her waist and pulled her close, his mouth closing on hers. A shiver of delight ran down her spine as his tongue met hers. A little whimper escaped her as his hands roamed her back, wishing that she could feel them on her bare skin.

"My, my, aren't you the naughty little girl," he said, his eyes gleaming.

Libbi could melt into those eyes.

"Maybe... maybe you could... punish me? For being so bad?"

"Punish? Or reward?" he asked with a grin. He leaned forward, his lips so close to her ear that her tiny hairs quivered at his words. "Do you like being my bad little girl?"

Libbi's legs trembled, threatening to turn to jelly as he whispered in her ear. She swallowed hard, her breath coming in little pants as she pressed herself against him. "Yes, Daddy." She whimpered as his hands ran over her butt. "I like being your dirty little girl."

Libbi whimpered as he placed a wet kiss on her neck, her entire body vibrating from her growing need. They'd done it twice at the lab, but still her body craved him. She desperately needed him, which was why the alarm going off on his phone nearly drove her to tears.

"Soon, baby," he whispered, tilting her chin up to him. "I'll give you everything you want. But we have pressing business back in San Francisco."

Libbi closed her eyes as his lips gently caressed hers. She remained there as his soft lips retreated, basking in the warmth that remained.

"Daddy? Are you ready?" Emma's voice came from the other side of the door. "Becky said we should go soon."

Josh opened the door, Emma waiting patiently for him, still bound as she had been back at the lab. A quick stopover at the local couple's boutique, to some appreciative glances, provided them the accessories to complete her outfit, as it were. Emma was once again fully nude, save her heels. A new collar fit around her neck tightly, the metal chain dragging on the floor behind her. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, but none of it seemed to bother her. She stood proud, her tiny frame hardly shaken by her exposure. If anything, she walked with more confidence than usual.

Josh ran his fingers through her soft, red hair, tousling it playfully as she purred. Emma hardly seemed bothered by Allison's punishment, though knowing Allison, it may not have really been a punishment in the first place.

"We'll be there in a moment, sweety," Josh said as he kissed Emma's button nose. "Bring your new friend over, would you? It'll be good for Libbi to guide her for the visit."

"Yes, Daddy." Emma turned and headed back, her hips swaying as her heels clacked down the hall.

"Um, Daddy? Is it... is it really okay?" Libbi asked as she sidled up next to him. "You know I'm not, ah, very assertive."

Truthfully, Nira kind of scared her. Well, everyone kind of scared her, but Nira was really intense. She was a perfectionist. She approached everything with a burning passion, even receipt audits. Libbi shuddered at being on the receiving end of those burning eyes as Nira had dug through the supply receipts.

His calming hands rubbed her shoulders as he kissed her temple. "You'll do great, baby. This is a good thing for you. She's here to help you. Remember, when it comes to the lab, you're the boss. What you say goes."

Libbi nodded, wanting to be able to live up to his expectations. He had every confidence in her. If only she felt that same confidence.

Libbi let out a small sigh. Small steps. Wearing a sleeveless shirt, and more importantly feeling comfortable in it, was already a bid deal for her.

Emma returned moments later, another chain clinking softly as she held the lead. Nira followed Emma, her heels clicking the floor with a confidence that Libbi wished she had. Nira exuded a natural conviction in her own self-worth, even without wearing a stitch of clothing. Her brown skin practically glowed; dark, brown nipples standing hard on her firm breasts, bouncing softly with every step.

"Yes, Daddy?" Nira asked, her intense gaze locking onto him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she spoke. "Did you want something from me?"

"Yes, I'd like you to follow Libbi from now on. She'll be guiding you on our trip and when you're in the lab, she'll be the boss."

Nira's intense gaze nearly made Libbi flinch away.

"How should I address you?" Nira asked, a ruddy blush spreading on her cheeks. "Would you like me to call you 'master'?"

"Uh, ah, no, no that's fine. Um, just Libbi is fine."

Disappointment clouded Nira's cute face. "Are you sure? Maybe 'mistress'?"

"Um, well, I guess...," Libbi started, looking to Josh but getting nothing back but a supportive smile, "I guess..., you could call me ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am," Nira said, a wide smile spreading on her lips, "Thank you, ma'am."

Emma turned so that she could hand off the lead, passing the soft leather handle to Libbi who accepted it gingerly.

"Great, let's get ready for our tour," Josh said.

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Slut One tapped her fingers, her arms crossed as she reconsidered her approach. Blackmail could be an effective tool for coercion, but it wasn't the most reliable. Turning an asset through psychological manipulation typically produced better long-term results. One surprisingly effective way to do that was through Master's indoctrination, but she didn't have time to do that for Sevana. Perhaps Master would do that himself, but for now, Slut One needed to make Sevana more receptive the old-fashioned way.

The steady ticking of the old analogue clock over the door was the only sound in the room as she gazed out the window into the interior of the building. It was a warehouse, with a maze of containers and machinery that hid an area where the naked workers packed the drugs and smaller offices lining the sides. One large office sat on the top floor, overlooking the entire operation, though that was currently unusable thanks to the breaching charges.

A light knock at the door pulled her attention from the window, Slut Two stepping in and shutting it behind her.

"I've finished cracking their phones. I have them both mirrored, so we'll see what they're doing. I found some interesting messages between Mateo, her second-in-command, with Domingo. Seems someone was bucking for a promotion."

Slut Two produced an older smartphone from her pocket, swiping it and handing it over. Slut One's eyes lit up as she scrolled through the pages of texts.

This was exactly what she needed to turn Sevana.

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Sevana dangled from the ceiling, her arms bound behind her, wrists pulled upward painfully, causing her shoulders to burn as they strained to support her bodyweight. The only thing she could do to alleviate that pressure was bend her body at a right angle and try to support herself with her toes, which barely touched the ground. Sweat ran down her face, the room uncomfortably hot. It slid along her gag, beading at the tip before dropping to the ground.

The most galling part of it all was that they hadn't even asked her anything. It was like they didn't even care who she was or what she knew. Like she was just another dumb bitch who'd fucked her way to the top.

What the hell was wrong with them? She was someone important. She knew all the ins and outs of the operation. Weren't they here for her? Instead, she was stripped naked and discarded, locked in a small room, barely able to hear the others talk through the walls.

Oh, and talk they did. The three in the neighboring room, line workers probably, told the Sluts whatever they knew, which luckily wasn't much. Certainly, more than they should have known, but not enough to endanger the other operations. Still, the dumb bitches sang like canaries. So much for loyalty. She'd always treated them well; paid them handsomely, offered protection, everything they could have wanted. And at the first opportunity, they stabbed her in the back.

A shiver ran up her spine, her shoulders twinging as it crawled up her back as she thought about Carmen. They'd broken her completely. They had probably followed her men who'd gone and collected Carmen after she had disappeared. Led them right back here.

A morose thought clawed its way into her mind. Was it better for them to kill her, or break her like Carmen?

Sevana wiggled her tongue against the ball gag. No gap. No way for her to bite her tongue off, even if she wanted to. And would that even work? How long would it take to bleed out from something like that? Far too long for the Sluts not to notice.

The clicking of heels down the hallway brought her back to reality. Once it had been Sevana's heavy steps that had struck dread into the 'guests' of these rooms. Not anymore.

Sevana grunted as she twisted to glare at the Slut that entered. It was the blonde one.

Well, she glared as best she could, but any real venom she could muster instantly dissipated at the cool and uncaring gaze that met hers. These Sluts were killers, they weren't scared of her, or Domingo. But it was all she could offer as paltry resistance.

The Slut didn't seem to care, taking measured strides to her as Sevana dangled in the center of the room.

A sharp sting across Sevana's taut belly made her gasp, arching her back to pull away from what had struck her. She only now noticed the leather crop the Slut held in her hand, its long form striking a red mark on her stomach. It then flicked over to her chin, lifting it uncomfortably high.

"Stay like that," the Slut said, tracing the crop along Sevana's neck. "Good frame. Lean. Runner?"

Sevana wanted to tell her to fuck off, but all that came out through the gag was an angry grunt.

Sevana cried out as the crop applied pressure between her shoulder blades, the additional weight straining her already burning shoulders. She raised herself onto the tips of her toes, bending forward as far as she could, her shoulders threatening to crack under the pressure.

"A nod or a shake is all I need," the Slut said emotionlessly, retrieving the crop from Sevana's back. "Get back in your position."

Sevana drew ragged breaths through her nose, resuming her prior pose.

"Sevana Mora Ortiz?" the Slut said as she slowly walked around Sevana, the crop occasionally poking or prodding her. It wasn't a question, they already knew.

Sevana remained silent. They could go fuck themselves.

Sevana's left leg buckled as the crop drove into the back of her knee, that horrible pressure returning as her shoulders bore her bodyweight again. She screamed into her gag as she desperately tried to use her right leg to compensate.

"Answer when I ask a question," the Slut said as she continued to bear down on Sevana's knee. "I'm not like Master. I don't have a soft side, and I don't tolerate willfulness."

Sevana nodded her head fervently, the grinding of bones in her shoulders loud in her ears.

The crop withdrew, letting Sevana raise herself up again, her nostrils flaring for air.

Sweat dripped from Sevana's forehead, stinging her eyes. This crazy bitch would happily cripple her and then offer her up to the Master, whoever the fuck that was. Carmen had never even mentioned a Master in her rantings and ravings, only the blonde Slut. If the Slut's tender ministrations led to an end like Carmen's and a foot up her ass, she'd take her chances with the Master.

The crop traced up Sevana's thigh and along her ass.

"No tattoos. Minimal scars." The Slut continued to evaluate her like a show animal. The crop stroked the old scar along her right hip. "Sloppy stitching. Knife?"

Some little prick from back in the day had tried to stab her in the back. Literally. He'd comically managed to nearly stab her in the ass instead. It had still hurt like hell.

Sevana nodded, letting out a sigh when the Slut moved on, continuing to walk around her and inspecting her. Sevana flinched as the flat of the crop slapped her hanging breast lightly.

"Not bad. Kids?"

Sevana shook her head.

"That's fine, Master can give you some."

That was it? She was just a breeding sow for the Master? Nothing about her knowledge of operations? Nothing about her worth as an executive? She was just a hole for him to fill?

Sevana shook her head, drool dripping down her chin as she desperately tried to speak through the ball gag.

The Slut grabbed Sevana by the nose, pinching it closed and yanking upward, silencing her cries. Those cold eyes simply stared into Sevana's.

"You object? As far as I can see, your only value to Master is as a warm hole. Even Domingo has no more use for you. But Master might enjoy another Hispanic slut. If not, then I'll just get rid of you."

Sevana's lungs burned as she starved for air. Still, she shook her head furiously against the Slut's iron grip on her nose.

Not like this. All that work, everything she'd been through to get here, it couldn't end like this. She was worth more. She could do more. She could be an asset for the Master. Anything but this.

Slut One watched dispassionately as Sevana struggled against her. Truthfully, Sevana would be a great asset to Master. She was cautious and smart. And while a bit on the older side, Master seemed to enjoy the occasional MILF. But Sevana wouldn't break if they approached it from that angle. Based on the psychological profile Slut Two had built, they would need to feed her insecurities. And Sevana had a long history of those.