As Chloe walked around, she found the apartment mostly empty. But as she approached Hector's office, she heard a voice coming from the inside, through the opened door. "...you promised me results." She heard Hector's voice. But unlike before, she heard him speak. He sounded... on edge... angry?
"It wouldn't be the first time you've had a student's juices on your lips." Warwick chuckles, eyeing her. "Listen, my love. Something has...happened. we need to talk."
Spoiler: Sneak 14, 8 Vs DC 10 - success Slowly, Chloe sneaked to the door. "I am not interested with your excuses." She heard Hector, and as she glanced, she saw him seating in the armchair with his back to the door. She noticed someone in maid uniform kneeling in front of him, and hint of blond hair moving up and down. "Again, I am not interested in your excuses." Hector repeated in calm voice, but there was something in his tone that screamed danger. He grabbed a handful of blond hair and pushed dow. Chloe could hear choking sounds from her position. "Stop talking." Hector said quietly. The blond reached up, to his chest, her hand started trying to push him away, which he completely ignored. "You assured me you would be able to get the job done and set the time limit yourself. I will not, except excuses."
Vanessa narrowed her eyes. "Don't push it." She said with a low growl. She looked into his eyes, her eyes searching. Then a sigh escaped her. "What did you do now?" She started with expressed tone. "Got one of the sluts pregnant? Or did you allow someone to get blackmail material on you?" She put the milk back tot he fridge before turning back to face him. "What did you fuck up now?"
"Something... Something quite wonderful. Before I say, I need you to agree not to repeat what you hear here." He says calmly.
Vanessa snorted. "You did not see me telling cops you framed the professor who's job you wanted, by hiding drugs in her home." She shook her head. "After fucking her. So?"
"Of course, my love. I don't doubt your discretion. Only... This is quite the secret indeed." He says. "Hmm... You'd think I was insane if I told you, so I guess I should just show you." Warwick says, before using obfuscate to go invisible in front of her.
There was a pause. "Olivia. Olivia, stop talking." Hector said calmly, even if he sounded quite annoyed. "Answer me this, are you able to get me what I want?" Hector waited for a moment, then snarled, throwing Clara on the ground. The blond maid yelped as she rolled on the floor. "Strip!" He barked. Clara started stripping, and soon she was wearing, but her legwear. "I don't care where you are." Hector got up and pushed Clara against the window. She bent down, pushing her ass back. "Now, slide your fingers into your cunt. Do you feel them?" Hector asked as he grabbed Clara by hair and slammed his dick into her pussy, without care for her. "This pussy... It's mine." Hector growled as he started fucking Clara, thrusting into her wet snatch. "So are the tits, the mouth, the ass, the limbs, the guts..." He slapped Clara's ass making her yelp. "If you can't deliver, what are you good for?" Hecto asked, his hips slamming against asscheeks of the maid.
Warwick felt as something like a blanket covered him. The drain was small, but the approaching morning was making him sleepy. Vanessa's eyes widened as she jumped back. "What the-?" She gasped, looking around, wildly. But then her eyes focused on the spot he was, her eyes narrowing. "What the fuck?" She asked, as she looked at the spot he was standing in.
I stand transfixed, watching Hector roughly take Clara before deciding to slink away, not wanting to risk discovery. I decide to head to Clara’s room knowing she will need to clean up after being manhandled.
The maid's room was opened. As Chloe entered, she found it quite tidy... And somewhat spartan. There was a bed, a shelf with some books, a window with a view on the city, a desk. Chloe paused as she looked at it - there was an old photo... Of Clara in the nazi uniform...
