Agents codenamed 'Carver' and 'Skinner' were about to enter their designated safehouse after successfully completing their mission. The theft and sabotage had gone flawlessly and all they had to do was wait for their extraction the next day.
Carver handed the payload to Skinner while he accessed his wrist mounted PDD to signal the front door to open.
"Unf...why is this so heavy?" She asked.
"Because it's the real deal. That's why they sent us in the first place." He answered.
He tapped into the holographic display of his PDD and entered the various access codes to open the door. When he finished the door clunked and slid open. He gestured for Skinner to enter first, partly to be polite and also because he enjoyed watching her walk in front of him with her pert, sizable behind. With her chocolate coloured skin, elegant face and ebony hair pulled back into a tight bun, she cut a most attractive figure.
He on the other hand was bronzed, olive skinned. Tall, moderately muscled and thought handsome enough to have been used as a honeytrap on a few different missions.
The pair went through another set of security doors before finding themselves in the common area of the safe house. Skinner gently placed the payload on an out of the way spot on the floor, rolling her shoulders on her way back up after divesting herself of the significant weight.
"How did you carry that all this way without it bothering you, Carver?" she asked. Her golden brown eyes met his hazel ones.
He gave her an arrogant half smile "Because I am far too amazing an agent to whinge about a little weight."
She raised an eyebrow and huffed "Just eighteen hours in each other's company until exfil. Any thoughts on how we spend it?"
He had a few, none that were appropriate to voice aloud.
"We could play cards, if you feel like owing me money?"
She smirked. "You're a code monkey, not a card shark. You're far more likely to end up owing me your paycheck for this mission."
"Ooh, big words from a glorified mechanic who's better at breaking things than fixing them." he said mockingly.
"The words you're looking for are demolitions expert...like how I'm about to demolish you at cards." she retorted.
"You're on!"
The pair found a deck of cards and started to deal them out when there was a juddering, whirring sound and the lights and all the other powered items in the room switched off.
"What was that?!" Asked Skinner.
Carver brought up his PDD, the light from the holographic display illuminating his face. He tapped through trying to find an answer.
"This happened because you took down the central generator for this district. The grid's overloaded, so the district's blacked out."
"Hey! I had to do that, there was no other option!" she blurted out.
Carver continued. "I agree, it was mission critical...but for whatever reason the back up generator in this building hasn't kicked in...just trying to work out why."
Skinner produced a torch and huffed.
"Cheap bastards in charge probably haven't done any maintenance on that thing in ages I'll take a look. Which way is it?"
Carver absentmindedly pointed in the direction of a door and Skinner walked over.
Carver kept his attention on his PDD.
"How are you going to open it? There's no power?"
"Maglocks should have disengaged, I should be able to pry it open with the correct leverage and some brute force." She replied.
She searched around the room and found a large crowbar. It should at least get the door open enough for her to squeeze through. She wedged the bar in the seal between the four sections of it and pushed. After some exertion she got it as open as the crowbar would allow. It looked big enough she could slip through. She placed her torch between her teeth and pushed her arms through. The shoulders were a tight squeeze but she got them through just about. Her breasts were uncomfortably squashed but passed. She passed by her waist no problem but when she got to her hips...they wouldn't pass through. She tried her best to wriggle and pull but they were too wide to fit. She sighed, realising she had to give up on this plan. She started to try to pull herself back through.
'Oh, no...I'm stuck' she panickedly thought.
She writhed and wriggled trying to pull herself back, but she couldn't get past her waist. Her frantic movements caught the attention of Carver who had set up a lantern pointed in her direction to be able to watch this turn of events clearly. He'd long since paused his actions on his PDD, waiting to see what she'd do next.
Eventually Skinner ceased her struggles and admitted defeat, she removed the torch from her mouth.
"Carver..."
"Uh hmmmm?" He responded.
"...I'm stuck..."
He bit back his laughter. "You're...stuck?"
"Yes!" She hissed in frustration.
He couldn't help but admire her behind while she was bent over in this position and tried to bury the thoughts pointing out how defenceless she was like this.
"What are you expecting me to do about this exactly?" He asked, a hint of mischief entering his tone.
"Help me!" She barked at him.
"I mean sure...but how exactly? What kind of help are you expecting?"
"Could you help pull me back through...please."
"If you're asking me to lay hands on your body...I'm going to need you to send that in writing to HR. I don't want this coming back to bite me in the ass." He mocked.
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that from here!? Besides, you know Karen hates me!" she angrily replied.
"Well, that is a natural consequence of calling her a bitchy control freak to her face. I fully agree with that asessment though."
