Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 70 (pass) Luckily, the chopper doesn't seem to be expecting anyone to be heading closer into the country, and flies away overhead, not noticing anything. When the sound of the chopper has dissipated, the two female soldiers can continue their journey. Hours later, they arrive at Naqsh-e Rostam, a necropolis built into the side of a mountain. In front of it lies a small village, a carpark, and a small research camp of white tents.
Kelly was aghast at the fat, old, ugly security guard's brazen and appalling action. Yet, even as she was disgusted by the man's behavior, she felt her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. The bulge against her leg sent goosebumps up her spine and despite herself, looking into the man's lecherous eyes, she found herself descending to her knees. The betrayal of her body was humiliating, and she blushed red in embarrassment while looking up at the man in shame and arousal while she felt herself moisten in anticipation.
Natasha look at villiage and nod to Sonya. "Alright, let's go look for our contact. Better to try act impressed by ancient history, it is what you could expected from the history students." She said checking her clothes for dirt to present herself as best as she could and make sure that her gun is hidden under clothes. Then they walk to village
Daintily, the butler raises a hand to his mouth so he can clear his throat. "Ahem. Sexual activity shall not be a part of the evening's entertainment. Nonetheless, what clientele choose to do with staff who consent, is not our concern. Make sure to alert us to what you're doing, however, or your pay will be docked for not working." He softens a little. "The guests are the elite sort, and they tend to have strong needs. If anyone gives you trouble against your will, though, come to me and I'll handle it." There's a brief moment of quiet, before: "Well, are you willing to work here? If so, I'll have the maids show you around and make sure that you're able to do what you claim you can."
Spoiler: Speech Check D100:78+10 (Silver Tongue)=88 (Pass) Helga's eyes widen for a moment, and she bows low. "Gomenasai!" She apologises. "I didn't think, sorry, if I'd known it would cause you more work, I would never have- gomenasai." Mori is surprised to see a rich girl so troubled over causing a garbage man inconvenience. "Thank you, your help would be useful." She nods. "Sorry again."
"Heh." The corrupt guard grins, as she gets down for him. "You foreign girls are all sluts. You probably have more than enough to pay me, right? You just wanted this." He undoes his pants, fishing out a length that's already rock hard. "Like it, slut?" His cock is about as long as Max's, but it's far thicker, a match for his fat body, and Kelly's mind begins to imagine it inside her, splitting her apart. "Get to work." He slaps her cheeks woth his rod, and she smells his musk, the scent strong but tantalisingly masculine.
Wow, not just kind, she's far too innocent... nice. Can't wait to see the face she'll make once I'm done with her. Mori thinks to himself, wearing a false anxious smile, knowing it would be weird to have a highclass lady apologize so much to a garbage man. "N-no worries, ojou-chan. If you'd like, how about I show you a trick to easily segregate your trash?" He replied, "Oh, but, I'll have to do it next time, since we still have to go around... what to do..."
Everything's in order, she finds, as she heads into the village. Looking around, she finds that it's fairly unremarkable, but spots some souvenir shops and a small bazaar. As the two soldiers look in feigned awe at the necropolis, they hear a woman's voice speak in English. "Beautiful, huh?" Turning, they see a professional looking Iranian woman. "Here to see the necropolis? Not much reason to come here if not." She smiles. "Unfortunately, we're doing research, so some of it is off limits right now."
Kelly stared at the security guard's cock in awe. 'How did this asshole get such a cock?' she wondered. Tentatively, her hands gripped his member at his instruction and she began jerking him off. The tempo of her breathing increased and she leaned forward to take the head of his shaft into her mouth. As her tongue danced around its head she let out a small moan of pleasure. He was rude and offensive, but despite that she found her panties being soaked through. Her hands increased in tempo, and she ground her thighs together in a feeble attempt to stimulate herself. Her eye caught her wedding ring and a rush of shame coursed through her, but it just made her suck harder on the stranger's cock.
"Oh, well, I don't want you to get in trouble with work on my account." She says. "Maybe you could come back later? Give me your name, and I'll tell the gate guards to let you in." She smiles. "Only if you're sure, though, I'm sure you're busy."
Natasha turn around to Iranian woman. "Yes, it is very beautifull piece of history of civilization." She said agree with woman, making relaxed poses. "Are you one of scientists from this tomb? " She asked tried to read her name on indetifiter.
"No, no, I insist. If I help you, I'm helping the environment." Mori said with a smile, "I'm Suzuki Rentaro. I usually finish my shift by the afternoon, so I'll drop by at around 5?" He said with a smile, "I'll see you then, ojou-chan." He bows, before heading back to the truck. And once no one was looking, Mori just chucks the trash all in one go, not really bothering to do as he preached. To keep his cover though, they headed around the place as usual. But, as soon as he finished, Mori calls his contacts for some aphrodiasiacs, some sex toys, and a pair of handcuffs. He then brings along three different colored garbage bags, before heading back to Helga's place.
He laughs at the moan and the way her thighs rub together. "Yeah, like I thought - a slut. I should take your money anyway, for trying to decieve me. Running greasy hands through her perfect hair, he pulls her away from his cock. "Wait, I've got an idea." Pulling her along with him, the guard takes a seat on the ancient throne, before pulling her back between his legs. Grabbing her head, the man thrusts his cock back inside her mouth, and further, until she begins to gag, the sound echoing through the huge chamber. "Oh yeah..." He gloats, beginning to thrust back and forth. "Fucking a slut's throat on the throne of a palace.... Ooh... I feel like I'm a damn emperor..."
"I...think it will be okay. I won't get in the way. It will be like, I'm not even here." Making a few more mental notes, of the room, she bent low to give a bit of a bow. "As soon as someone shows me where things are, I can get to work."
Natasha smile friendly to her. "Wow ms Fatima, could you tell us something more about this tomb, how old it is, who is was grave. It would very intresting listen to professional about that."
"Of course, we all have to do our bit for the environment." She smiles earnestly. "Alright then, I'll see you at 5, Suzuki-san. Apologies again." She bows one last time, before heading back inside. It isn't hard to get what he needs. Mori's contacts know what he uses, and have stock ready. The gate guard narrows his eyes in suspicion when he spots Mori approaching, even calling Helga to confirm that the man calling himself Suzuki is as he says he is. He has no choice, though, but to reluctantly open the gate and let the criminal in. "We do regular patrols of the neighbourhood." The guard warns. "I hope you'll remember that." Helga meets him at the door with a bow. "Suzuki-san, welcome. Sorry about that trouble at the gate. I'm sure the guard meant no offence."
"Good. Wait outside, and someone should be here for you soon." He nods. A few minutes later, a beautiful but rough looking blonde arrives. "You the new girl? I'm Helene. Follow me." Irritated, she leads Katherine across the mansion, showing her the location of the bedrooms, the closets and toilets, and most importantly the gallery, where the relics will be during the gala. It's empty right now, though, so all there is to see is reinforced bulletproof glass. "Don't brush the glass, there's some hi-tech stuff on the glass that'll trip an alarm. We've got a special tool for cleaning it." Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 36 Katherine looks around, trying to spot where the security systems are controlled, but can't. That means she'll have to figure out where the control panels are later. "Alright, down to the kitchens, where we'll see if you're good for anything." Helene says. "Any questions?"
"Of course, why not?" Fatima smiles. "If you don't mind walking with me, I'm happy to tell you." She begins walking in the direction of the cliff. "The tomb was built by the Achaemenid dynasty, to house their royal dead, not unlike the Egyptian pyramids." She adds. "There are four kings buried here, most notably Xerxes, who you might have heard of." Like most soldiers, Natasha remembers Xerxes from the story of the 300 Spartans.
Mori smiles at the guard, knowing he was invited. "But of course, I'm sure you do your job very diligently." He chuckles as he heads on inside. Suzuki Rentaro waves as Helga goes to meet him, "Think nothing of it, ojou-chan. I'm sure he's just worried about you meeting with a dirty man such as myself." He said with a self deprecating smile, "Ah, but, how about we start with sorting your garbage bins? I'm sure a pretty lady such as yourself has plans for dinner. I wouldn't want to intrude." He chuckles, mainly trying to gauge if she's expecting anyone tonight.
