As the information that would make her very rich copied to a flash drive in the form
of a god awful hot pink lipstick case, Tatianna left the computer terminal for a moment.
Opening the coat closet just inside the entrance to the office she looked down at the girl
writhing on the floor. With sure, economical, movements she tightened the leather straps
holding the packing in her captive’s mouth, and the blindfold in place, then checked the
knots of the thin cord binding the girl’s wrists and ankles together in a classic hogtie.
She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until her captor had finished collecting the
information needed to achieve her goal.
The tall, but dowdy looking, woman with a mop of unkempt mousy brown hair was
dressed in the blue smock of a cleaning lady with a pair of grubby looking, laced, flat
heeled shoes on her feet. Her face seemed devoid of any makeup and yet it was actually
under quite a heavy coat of cosmetics that projected exactly the look she had tried to
achieve.
A closer look at the black rubber gloves on her hands would show that they were
much tighter than any ordinary pair of household cleaning gloves. In fact they were so
tight, but flexible enough, that they allowed her fingers to work as if she was not
wearing anything.
Checking a clock on the desk for the exact time she confirmed the download was
almost finished and mentally ran down the final items on her checklist.
CHAPTER 1 – FISHING
Tati, the short form of the name she was currently using, had been running out of
both options and time; nearly two of the six months allocated to the project had gone by
with seven of the nine possible candidates struck off her list.
As soon as she had been offered the contract to infiltrate the massive headquarters
of Infocom International in order to steal the database of their clients without the theft
being detected, she accepted it with ridiculously high compensation for success.
However, if the theft was detected within fifteen days of her delivering the list to her
client then the final fifty percent of the fee would be forfeited.
Right from the start Tati rejected even looking at the hundreds of daytime staff.
The whole building was like a disturbed ant nest from soon after eight in the morning to
late afternoon. No, the skeleton night crew was her only option and she was nearly out of
prospects.
Of the two left there was an ultimate male computer geek whom she instinctively
knew would be a waste of time. That left one, Amy Martin, a mid level manager who spent
the night shift organizing reports from the previous day’s activity of the company into a
synopsis for upper management. Her server also monitored the company’s worldwide computer
system for problems. Any glitches that did occur she would refer down a couple of floors
to the geek for him to look after and repair. The positive was that Amy had her own
office and worked alone but, on the negative side, her office was on the tenth floor and
there were two security guards in the foyer all night.
Tati was a very competent industrial espionage expert, trained in East Germany. She
had made her way to the United States when that regime fell but kept some crucial contacts
allowing her to make a very good living doing what she knew best.
The facts that she spoke accent free English, was an expert in martial arts, an
extremely intelligent and beautiful thirty-four year old woman would, hopefully, help her
to complete this contract as it had several others. At this point she wondered if the
fact she was a lesbian might also be a plus.
Amy, at twenty-four, was young to be a manager but her work ethic, loyalty and the
fact that she was willing to work nights had propelled her up the ranks since she joined
the company immediately after graduating from college. Petite would be the best
description but her 5’ 4” frame had curves in all the right places and was topped by a
pretty, heart shaped, face.
Tati had been following Amy for several days and was getting a lot of conflicting
thoughts about the girl. Although she had her own car Amy didn’t use it except to do her
grocery shopping or the occasional weekend outing. The rest of the time it sat in the
underground parking space that came with the apartment. Tati had taken a quick look at
the car noting the Infocom security and parking pass in a holder on the inside of the
windshield.
Amy seemed to prefer the public transit for getting to and from her office and
walking the rest of the time. When she left her apartment for the 10 pm to 5 am night
shift her clothes were comfortable but dressy enough for the office; usually a pant suit
and ankle boots with a knee length tweed coat against the late fall evening temperatures,
all perfectly normal. But, when she went out in the afternoons, after sleeping until
around 2 pm, things were not quite so sedate.
Only someone studying her would notice because it was subtle unless you could put
two and two together; Tati was very good at doing that. The first day of the agents’
surveillance the heels on Amy’s leather boots were higher, a leather skirt just brushed
the knees and the matching fitted jacket was tightly belted around her slim waist. The
second day the only difference was leather slacks instead of a skirt.
On the third day, Tati had watched Amy head out for her early dinner in the same
boots but a full-length belted and hooded leather coat that the cool wind made seem a
sensible choice. All of Tatianna’s instincts thought otherwise. Most women dressed in
that much leather tended to stride along exuding confidence while Amy seemed to somehow
huddle inside the sleek fabric she wore as if fearing some type of retribution for wearing
it.
Some definitive action was needed in order to figure out where this girl was coming
from. The next evening Tati watched Amy leave for work and, after waiting for thirty
minutes, easily gained access to her apartment. It took her only moments to start
searching through Amy’s computer files. She might be a computer expert but, like most of
them in Tati’s experience, she had used a password that took just a couple of tries to
crack. It was her last name spelt backwards – “nitram”!
Moments later she was sorting through the “Files” and, after working out another
password (birth date, month and year also backwards), opened a huge folder to reveal a
diary. It went back years and bared the soul of an oh so lonely and confused young lady.
Tati took just enough time to determine she had hit a goldmine of information
before using her own expertise to bundle the diary, send a copy to her own computer and
then create a well hidden backdoor to let her access Amy’s files anytime she wanted.
Back at the suburban house she had rented on a monthly basis when she took the
contract, Tati settled down to find out what made Amy tick and it didn’t take long.
The girl was, quite simply, very confused and scared to do anything about it.
Since her mid-teens her mind had been bombarded with what she considered, and recorded in
her diary, as strange urges and sexual fantasies. Even now she was unwilling to give free
rein to her feelings or trust anyone with her dreams and needs. She was a submissive,
plain and simple, but she didn’t know how to find a companion who would understand her
needs or wants and who she could confide in and, most importantly, trust. So, unsure and
fearful, she hid her inner most thoughts from everything but her diary.
The Internet had opened up a whole world of information to the poor confused girl
but she couldn’t bring herself to believe there was a safe way of using what she found.
She frequented leather and bondage sites looking at the pictures and reading the stories
while picturing herself in the scenes. This got her aroused enough to find some relief as
she relived them vicariously in bed several times a week.
And now, for the last six months, she had taken the ridiculous, to Tati, course of
trying to pretend she was a Domme hoping that she might attract another one she could
learn to trust before revealing her true feelings. God, in a city this size here had to
be at least a half dozen clubs she could have gone to without fear and then there were
Internet chat groups.
Tati closed the diary and laughed out loud. Everything seemed so simple now and it
was easy to plan an attack that would not require the entire four months left before she
defaulted the contract. She had to gain the confidence of the girl to the point where she
could gradually pump her for information. That knowledge would allow her to plan the
final assault on the Infocom headquarters and complete her assignment.
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