A Heist at SirTech
Seashell parked her car outside the gates of the SirTech factory just far enough away that the security guards would not see it. Fern had told her that the guards would probably be asleep at this time of night. Seashell turned off the engine and pulled a bright pink ski mask over her face that matched the pink body tight latex suit she was wearing.
“This is what you wear when you break in somewhere, isn’t it?” thought Seashell.
She grabbed her bag and snuck over to the hedge next to the fence where she wouldn’t be seen by any cameras. She got out a pair of dented and bent bolt cutters that had been damaged by trying to use them on a SirTech belt, the belt wasn’t even scratched. Seashell started to cut a hole through the chain link fence then waited for the signal.
At 11:00 PM a nearby fire exit door swung open and Seashell darted through the hole in the fence and through the door where Fern was waiting for her. Fern had been hiding in a toilet until everyone had gone home for the night.
“Yay you made it,” said Fern.
Fern was also wearing a custom green ski mask with “Ferns” embroidered onto it.
“Let’s do this,” said Seashell, sounding very cool.
“There’s no cameras inside but the guards might still be about” whispered Fern.
Seashell had never been inside SirTech before so was surprised by how rundown it was. Fern explained that Sir insists all staff are locked in chastity so finding contractors to keep the place running was difficult.
Fern had printed out a big map of the factory and pointed to where the pair needed to go. She led them to a hallway with a large grill on the wall.
“Sir’s office is through there,” said Fern while pointing to the conveniently large vent.
“Really? Through the vent?” quizzed Seashell while rolling her eyes.
Fern tapped on the map smugly as if to say “Yes, see it says so here”.
“Fine,” whined Seashell who now knew why Fern had asked her to bring rope.
Seashell tied one end of the soft pink rope around her waist and gave the other end to Fern to secure. The pair removed the grill and Seashell started to crawl into the vent. Fern tried not to look at Seashell’s latex clad butt as she wiggled her way deeper into the vent.
“Right at the end and then down,” called Fern.
Seashell continued to crawl down the vent towards the light coming from the grate at the other end. She looked down through the grate into Sir’s office.
“I’m at the grate. You need to lower me down,” called Seashell down the vent towards Fern.
Fern started to lower Seashell down into Sir’s office. Seashell began humming the mission impossible theme to herself when suddenly she gulped as she noticed Sir asleep in his large office chair.
“Fern never said Sir would be here!” she thought to herself.
That was when Fern’s noodle arms gave way and let go of the rope causing Seashell to crash to the floor in a tangled pile of pink rope and latex. Thankfully she has landed on some strategically placed SirTech branded bean bag chairs, but unfortunately the commotion had woken up Sir.
Sir raised his eyebrow as he saw a tangled and bendy mess of a pink latex-clad woman in his office. He knew only Seashell was that flexible.
“Nice of you to drop in,” grinned Sir, while trying to hide how pleased he was of himself for coming up with such a good line.
“It’s not what it looks like!” pleaded a tangled Seashell who was stuck in a pile of bean bag chairs.
“Well it looks like you’re trying to break into my office,” replied Sir.
“Are you alone?”
“It’s just me!” lied Seashell.
“Hmm well miss super spy, let’s see how flexible you really are,” grinned Sir.
Seashell gulped at her predicament.
Meanwhile Fern panicked and had headed round to Sir’s office door to check on Seashell. She tried the door handle and was surprised it was already unlocked.
“Oh maybe we didn’t need to use the vent after all,” she thought to herself.
She cautiously opened the door and peered into Sir’s office. She noticed Seashell contorted and tied on Sir’s office chair while Sir edged her through her latex suit. Her position left her completely exposed to Sir’s teasing but she was able to glance over and see Fern peering through the door. She made eye contact with Fern briefly before focusing her gaze back onto Sir who was completely preoccupied with keeping Seashell on the edge.
Fern snuck into the office and crawled round the side of the room to the draw where Sir kept his keys. She dared not look over at Seashell who was being edged mercilessly while begging to cum. Just as Fern had managed to reach in and grab the keys, Seashell erupted in orgasm!
“YES FERN!” cried out Seashell while cumming and staring directly over at Fern.
Sir turned around to see what she was looking at and saw Fern crawling back towards the door green handed. Fern froze and gulped.
“Well I’m going to have to punish you both now!” said Sir.
“Yaaay” replied an exhausted Seashell.