The Heist: Part One (Patreon)

Bret looked at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection that returned his gaze. His face a deep shade of red as his tight black shorts left very little to the imagination. His dark nipples only covered by a pair of black satin suspenders, and the finishing touch came with a silly little bow tie.

"This is stupid." He sighed, loud enough for his director to hear him through his earpiece.

"It's necessary." Gwen, their woman in the chair, spoke matter of factly as she watched her agent through the monitor of the van. Safely parked several blocks away, she continued.

"You read the brief, agent 60. Our target is a real cougar, and we need her distracted while agent 427 sneaks in, finds what we need, and gets out." She spoke matter of factly, her tone clear to the reality that she cared very little about the detective's fashion faux pas.

Bret wanted to tell her to go scratch, but knew better than to argue on the job. It's just, he didn't spend years of rigorous training and discipline to dress up like a chip and dale dancer! He was a trained spy for hire! An unrestricted hand of justice! And right now his ass looked like they could bounce every chip in this casino off of it.

"Who the hell would make their workers dress like... *this*..?" Bret asked in disgust. Seemingly forgetting about every strip club, ever, in all of existence.

"Roxanne Moreau, your target, and if all goes well we'll have her on a lot more then a complaint to HR." Gwen replied assuredly as she turned her eyes to the mission briefing on the wall.

Roxanne Moreau, owner of the popular casino, The Queens Gambit. The pictures showed an insanely beautiful blond woman in gorgeous designer clothing. The file read that she was 39, but her face looked of someone who was in their late 20's. Seemingly connected to the disappearances of several customers that had wracked up extraordinary debt.

Theories started at murder and ended at human trafficking, but police investigations were never able to find any concrete evidence that's lead to a meaningful outcome. A quick check of the records and finances would do wonders, but Ms. Moreau's friends in high places seemingly saw to it that never happens.

Not by any official means anyway. Which meant it was all up to them. And with their skills of tact, deception, and cunning, these three professionals would win the day.

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When Bret walked into the open area of the casino his senses were immediately assaulted by the lights and glamour of it all. The place was packed with people hoping to win big, but to Bret's surprise it was mostly women. Women gambling, women serving drinks In equally as silly bunny outfits, women everywhere now that he noticed. The only men the agent could see were the ones dressed not too differently from him.

Waisting no time, the suave spy was able to grab an abandoned drink tray and complete his disguise. Once there, he worked fast on trying to find his target. It wouldn't be a hard task though as the hostess herself, Roxanne Moreau, could be seen as the top at the four level stair case that spiraled upwards into a sort of vip lounge.

Thinking fast, agent 60 went to the bar and demanded the "boss's special" as impatiently as he could. Like expected, upon hearing this nervous bartender did as he was told with very few questions, less he risk the bosses wrath. The same trick seemingly working on the body guard blocking his way to the staircase.

Whoever this woman was, she knew how to put the fear of god into her subordinates. Bret would be shocked if they left here without any proper evidence of this bitch being bad news...

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"Agent 427," Gwen called out, her voice coming in smoothly through the earpiece. "Agent 60 is inside and closing on the target. What's your status?"

"I'm almost there boss!" Wade's haggard breath blared through the speakers of all their communications, forcing Gwen and Bret to cover their ears in pain."

"Aurgh! Agent 427?? 427?! W A D E!!! What the hell are you doing??" The no nonsense woman demanded as she quickly lowered the volume of his audio.

"I'm....(pant).. I'm you know.... (pant) scaling the building!" Agent 427, Wade answered earnestly.

There was a deafening audio silence for a good thirty seconds. The communication line only filled with the sound of wind blowing harshly into Wades face.

Finally, Bret spoke up quietly as to not be heard by the people around him. "I'm sorry, I must have missed that. Did this mother fucker just say he's scaling the building???!!"

"I don't know what coitus with my parental unit has to do with this, but yes!" Wade turned up his nose, offended by the harsh language.

".... Agent 427... there's.. no reason to be doing that..." Gwen's voice came next. Nowhere near as harsh sounding but twice as confused.

"Well then how exactly did you expect me to get in there?!" Wade asked exasperated by the unappeasable nature of his two coworkers.

"THE FRONT DOOR!" Agent 60 answered in a whispered shout. "YOU GO THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR! *I* WENT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR!!!"

"Agent 60, breath. We'll improvise. Wade, how close are you to the roof? What floor are you on?" Gwen asked, her tone noticeably shaken for a woman that's usually dead pan.

"By my count.. uhhhmmm. Tsk, let's just saaaaaaaay- seven?" Wade responded, to another eerie silence.

"Oh my fucking god..." Bret muttered.

"What?" Wade asked. "I didn't catch that! Who's having relations now? My mother or the Holy Spirit?"

Finally Gwen was the one to answered. "Wade. The Queens Gambit is only 4 stories. You're on the wrong building."

It took a moment for Wade to respond, but finally he did with a realization, "..... that explains SO much right now! Ok, my bad!"

"YOUR BAD?!" Bret growled through his teeth.

"Oh yea because *YOU'RE* the one who's inconvenienced right now!" Wade shot back, looking around at how he was going to get down.

Gwen immediately spoke up in order to stop Bret from exploding and blowing his cover. "You do that. Let us know when you've made it in."

"Okey-dokey-Grandma-Loki!" Wade bubbly responded as he put himself in reverse. Going down most certainly being easier than going up.

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When Agent 60 made it to the top of the staircase he could immediately see Roxanne schmoozing with her patrons. Rather than going from table to table, she simply sat in a luxurious booth placed in the middle of the social area. Around her were women from every stage of the food chain. Officers, judges, powerful wives and daughters, and a few mysterious types that always seemed to hang around places of this sort.

Bret hesitated before advancing. Unsure what the plan was now that Wade has seemingly taken himself off the board. Should he even bother?

Just then, he felt a sharp slap on his ass. Bret jumped, almost knocking over the drink on his tray. In an instant he turned in surprise, seeing a seductive young lady with purple hair. She waved at him with her fingers flirtatiously.

"Well hey there, handsome! You look new?~" She asked sweetly, planting her hand on her hip as she studied him.

Bret looked dumbfounded for a moment, unsure how to proceed. He tried not to get distracted by her phenomenal body, but looking into her eyes seemed even more difficult. Especially with the way he looked right now.

"Uh, yea.." The undercover agent answered quickly. His confusion coming off more like shyness.

"I thought so! I think I'd remember someone like you rocking one of our men's uniforms!" Her eyes flicked down at Bret's toned form, really admiring just how revealing his outfit was. "You look super yummy!~"

Bret's face started to glow red, the purple hair girl making her ogling quite obvious. Once she got her fill she looked back into his eyes and smiled. As if she wasn't just checking him out.

"I'm Kaylee!~" she put her hand out.

"... Bret." He hesitated, before reaching out to greet her.

Before he knew what happened, Kaylee pulled her hand away and instead softly flicked him in between his legs.

"AH! H-hey!" Bret stammered, completely taken back by the nasty trick. His jerking causing some of the alcohol in the glass to spill. But Kaylee only giggled at his reaction.

"Wow, you really are new, hehe~" Kaylee explained, adorably sticking out her pointer finger like a teacher. "That was a test. When serving drinks, waiters should always have one hand on the tray and the other behind their back. Like a real gentlemen!~"

Bret continued to look at her in shock. He was ready to tell this women to get the hell away from him until Gwen spoke in his ear.

"Do not alert suspicion. Do as the rules state."

After taking a breath, Bret did as he was instructed. Straightening out his posture, he held the tray at a 90 degree angle in one hand and placed his other behind his back. Like one would expect a butler to look.

Kaylee clapped like a child. "See! So handsome! Now are you just going to stand there or are you going to take that drink to the boss?"

----

After making it to the correct building, Wade tried to work fast. He needed to make up for the lost time before anymore damage could be done to the mission.

"Agent 427, have you made it?" Gwen asked, seemingly back to her unemotional self.

"You bet ya! And I only got attack by two pigeons!" Wade said enthusiastically, coughing up the rest of the feathers.

"... Good." Gwen responded, "Now sadly because of the delay the front entrance isn't crowded enough for you to sneak in undetected. Which means we need to work on the fly. Head around back and enter through there. Do. Not. Be. Seen."

"Gotcha, just leave it to me boss! Back in Highschool I was voted most likely to never be noticed!" Wade recalled, setting off to his new destination.

Once there he was depressed to see a woman in a bunny outfit smoking against the back door. This meant his asthma was going to act up! *AND* that someone would see him walk in. He couldn't mess this up more than he already had. So he prepared himself to hang tight until the woman went back inside.

Wade smoothly turned his back to lean on the corner of the wall, prepping himself for what could be a long wait. Or at least he would have if he didn't miss the mark. Before he knew it, Agent 427 fell backwards from out of the corner and in clear site of the woman, landing on a knocked over trash can.

The girl just stared at him, her cigarette still lit with plenty to go. "... and you are?"

Wade just looked at her hopefully. "You wouldn't happen to be blind, would you?"

----

Bret felt uncharacteristically nervous as Kaylee lead him to the center booth. One by one, the women at the table noticed him. None too bothered by the presence of a tone, good looking man. It felt like everywhere he turned there was a set of female eyes on him. Like a gazelle, foolishly grazing in and open field, now surrounded by lions.

At the center of it all, there was her. She sat, one of her shapely legs hooked over the other. Her eyes made contact with Bret's from under her big white hat, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. It was as if he'd been taken to some kind of queen and now she was just looking at him, expectingly.

"Hey boss! Our new waiter's here with that drink you ordered!" Kaylee chirped happily. In juxtaposition to the silly boy next to her, she felt as comfortable as could be. Just another lion in the pack, waiting to jump in.

Madam Moreau only continued to stare, until mercifully her eyes left his and sunk down to his body. He could practically feel her gaze jumping from one part of his body to the next, each one visually pleasing her as much as the rest. But for some reason when she looked back at them, she only frowned.

"Well, ain't that just lovely." Her voice was seductively deep and raspy, her southern accent coating her sentences like honey. "There's just one lil problem. I didn't order no drink."

The women at the booth began to giggled as Bret's face noticeably changed. That nervous look in his eyes only making him more alluring to this gang of powerful women.

"Sounds like you have a secret admirer!" Obnoxiously shouted one of the women, clearly drunk.

"Yea right! I bet lover boy here just wants to be close to you Roxxy!~" The curvy woman next to Moreau started to cackle. To Bret's surprised it was the mayor's wife!

The goddesses around them continued to cluck until seemingly everyone got to make a little comment, each making Bret's face glow brighter. Roxanne's face meanwhile went from that curious frown to an amused chuckle. This one was cute. She decided right then it wasn't the drink she wanted....

Finally she spoke up, the rest of the girls shushing as she did. "Well then darlin, ya have any answers, or are those lips just for show?"

Bret tried to speak, but no excuse came out. Making the women around him laugh harder. It was like one of those nightmares where you show up to school naked. Finally he responded.

"S-Sorry Ma'am. I was just given the drink..." he weakly lied, the women around him giggling too much to listen. Including Kaylee.

"Oh it was given to ya, hun? Any word on who ordered it?" She continued to question. Enjoying the lengthening of his discomfort. "Ya *do* realize I'mma important lady, right?Someone could be tryin to poison me. Then it be all your fault."

Agent 60 didn't know what to do or say. So he just listened and waited for the next move.

"Aww, didn't think of that did ya sweet cheeks? Tell ya what. Ya gonna stay here until this glass is empty. Come on, come stand next to Mama.~" Moreau said condescending, a knowing smile plastered on her face.

All the while Bret's stomach dropped. Though his mission was to distract this powerful femme fatale, he was quickly going to learn just what that entailed.~

----

"Please! You won't even know I'm there!" Wade begged the smaller woman, wheezing as she blew smoke right in his face.

"No!" The girl looked at him frustratedly having to repeat herself for the forth time now. "You want to get inside so bad, go through the front! This is only for employees!"

Wade just stood, petrified. He had to get in there! No exceptions! He didn't want to do this so soon, but it was time for him to put his spy skills to good use. This poor, nicotine addicted woman was about to have her mind blown! With his years of training, he'd become like a shadow to the human eye. His talents in stealth so vast, it was almost like becoming a ghost himself!

"Ok, you're literally just standing there. You're freaking me out, dude." The girl cringed, just watching as this strange, ginger man held his place like a statue. His eyes bulged wide like an owl.

"....no I'm not." Wade grunted through his teeth. Moving at super slow speed as to not be detected by this woman's untrained eyes.

"... No. Now you're just moving slowly." She said, literally able to hear the sound of his shoes scraping against the pavement. She was losing patience by the second. She took another sharp hit of her cigarette, scowling as she did so.

"I'm getting security."

"Nononononono!" Wade squeaked, behaving as if she just said they'd tell mom. "That's *really* not necessary!"

"I don't know what you're on, but I am not payed enough to deal with it. So you stay here. I'll get Ralph. Then he can go and take your crazy to the curb." She turned to leave him in her dust, but Wade only cut in front of her path.

"Uhm. Uh. Eh. Eee..." Wade was completely lost! He didn't know what to do! He had to think! Think! THINK!

".... Uh, Hey! You wouldn't happen to be a believer in equality, would you?"

"Yea? Of course I am! Why?" She asked confused, tossing away her cigarette.

Wade then sucker punched the poor girl, knocking her out instantly. He then looked down petrified and ashamed at the woman he had just cold cocked between the eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The panic agent wailed, the adrenaline not allowing him to hold still. Without knowing what else to do, Wade took out his wallet and emptied it's contents down on her still body, showering her in $352 of singles and loose change.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" Wade could only shout as he ran inside. Finally able to truly start his mission.

----

Meanwhile back inside Bret had never felt more like an object. He just stood there, seemingly ignored by the women around him as they chatted amongst one another. Often enough *about* him.

Even at the moment, the Mayor's wife was going on about a mouth watering idea to take him into the bathroom for some fun of her own. Seeing she had his attention, they described in loving detail just what a night with her would be like. How she'd please him. How her lips on his cock would be better than anything he's ever felt. Bret tried to not listen, lest he got aroused in these tight shorts.

Worse still, Moreau was barely touching her drink. Only indulging in the daintiest of sips. In the 25 minutes he's stood here, barely any of the cocktail was gone. So he was trapped, listening to one powerful woman after another talk about him and their desires.

Completely lost in thought, Bret didn't see Kaylee come up from behind. Her eyes were locked onto his love-handles. Specifically because he didn't have any! She was almost jealous, having to squeeze into her uniform every so often. Whatever workouts this guy did, it worked.

Not caring for his current situation, the playful waitress reached out and caressed Bret's sides with her fingers. Giving way to the most splendid thing these ladies had seen all night.

"EHEHAHAHAH!" Bret laughed, the sensation making him get up on his tip toes. The women around him quickly looked in the direction of the sudden noise, putting him back into the spotlight. Kaylee meanwhile smiled with glee at this new discovery.

"What was that?"

"Was that him?"

"No way, that sounded like a girl!"

Bret could hear them whispering. Snickering at his plight. He tried to scoot away from Kaylee, but she pulled him back by the suspenders. He looked down at Roxanne pleadingly, but she was the most interested of them all.

"I'm sorry darlin, must have missed that!" The boss mocked as everyone laughed along. "Did ya have somethin to say?"

All eyes were on Bret, and unfortunately words weren't in high supply right now. He panicked, before feeling Kaylee's fingers once again return to his sides.

"AH-MPPH!" Bret caught himself, biting down on his bottom lip. The women around exploded in mockery as they found the action of him not trying to laugh adorable. Before he knew it, several of them joined in, lightly petting at his smooth skin. Palms massaging softly against his exposed thighs as another finger flicked tauntingly at his right nipple. Kaylee continues to play with his sides while the mayors wife continues to tickle his chin.

"Come on!"

"Laugh for us again!"

"You can do it!"

"Tickle tickle tickle"

"Someone get his belly button!"

They swarmed him. Hands finding every spot they could while Bret was lost in an ambush of gorgeous women. Between the sight of their bodies, the smells of their perfume, and the touch of their hands, he instantly felt himself pitching a major tent in his shorts. All the the squealing delight of the ladies around him.

Meanwhile Roxanne watched on in sadistic amusement. There was no way she would let a man fun as this escape her clutches. She sat there powerfully as her friends enjoyed themselves, tickling and teasing the poor waiter out of his uniform.

And that's exactly what they did. He was passed to woman to woman, their tickling fingers continuously finding new spots to torment and new articles of clothing to remove. In the free for all of humanity, he was knocked to the ground in front of Roxanne. Bret looked up, wheezing, naked, and now at the feet of his target as she just looked down on him.

Moreau just kept his head up with the toe of her shoe. She spoke warmly and with sympathy. "What's ya name darlin?"

"I-I'm.. (pant) My.. (pant) B-Bret!" He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Roxanne cooed, "Awww, what a pretty name! Well 'Bret'," Suddenly her face turned cold as she took the rest of her cocktail and poured it over his head.

"This drink ya got me sucked." She said plainly as the women laughed. "Boys! Take him away."

By the time Bret wiped the alcohol from his face he was being dragged to his feet by two towering security guards. The women then waved goodby as he was taken away. Naked, humiliated, and smelling of strawberries thanks to the drink. He wasn't given a reason for his incarcerate, just forced out quickly while confused patrons watched.

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Peaking his head from the corner, Wade checked to make sure the cost was clear. After doing so, he somersaulted from one corner of the hallway to the other.

"Gwen? You there?" Agent 427 tapped at his earpiece while remaining crouched along the wall. "I made it inside!"

Strangely enough there was no response, only static. Agent 427 was left wondering if he was still on the right channel. Tentatively, he tried again.

"Hello? Gwennifer? This isn't about what happened outside, is it?" He got nervous, until finally he heard her voice from the other end.

"A-agent 427... (sigh~) Good to see you made it..." Gwen responded, mysteriously out of breath. "...What happened outside?"

"Don't worry about it! I just might have to attend sensitivity classes when we get back. Why are you so winded?" Wade asked, taking guesses on where to go as he traveled deeper into the back of the casino.

Gwen's face was flushed, not wanting to answer that question. She quickly closed the recording of Bret's ordeal from a few minutes ago and re-buttoned her pants. Regaining her composure, she got her head back in the game.

"Ahem, don't worry about it... Let’s get you to that file room. Agent 60 has been successful been cap- I mea has successfully captured Mareau's attention. Now's the time for you to get into her office."

"Thank god!" Wade cheered, forgetting to watch his volume. "Don't tell him I told you this, but I was afraid he was going to mess this up for the three of us. You know how unreliable he is sometimes."

".... right." Gwen rolled her eyes as she pulled up the map of the facility. "Let's just get you where you need to be."

----

Bret struggled in his bonds, left in an awkward position by the security that dragged him off. Instead of throwing him out like he presumed, instead they forced him deeper into the back of the casino until they came to some kind of dungeon. The fancy designer wallpaper now giving way to harsh black brick and crude overhead lighting.

Once there, they threw him inside and forced him to the floor. With the rope hanging from the wall they tied his limbs faster than he could fight them off. Whatever hits he was able to get in seemingly did no effect. A few even making the guards himself laugh.

Powerless to stop them he was bound upside down with his arms forced behind his back. His legs were humiliatingly splayed up into the air, kept suspended by the rope as he felt the weight on his shoulders. He tried to get free, to find any kind of give, but there wasn't any.

Then the door to the room opened. It was Kaylee. She leaned against the entrance, admiring his body again, only this time with no way of him to stop her. She carelessly struts her way around him. Like a shark circling a fish.

"Aww, you look cute like this!" She teased, resting her arm on his leg as she again flicked his now exposed package.

"AH! What's wrong with you?!" Bret snarled. What in the world had he done to this girl to have her on his ass.

"Hey! That's not nice! Come ooon, don't be mad. I was just playing. Not my fault you’re so ticklish." She rolled her eyes with a smile, giggling as the silly guy reacted just how she wanted.

"WHY DO YOU KEEP TICKLING MEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!" Bret demanded to know, only for her to wiggle her fingers against his thighs. It made him crack up instantly.

"But you're so cute when you're being tickled! Tickle tickle tickle!" Kaylee continued, her fingers inching closer to Bret's cock.

"Kaylee, I thought I told ya to wait." A familiar voice echoed from the entrance. It was the boss herself, Roxanne Moreau. Her arms were folded under her massive breasts as she held something in each hand.

"Awwww, fine!" Kaylee whined as she backed away. Giving her boss the floor.

"Well, wasn't that somthin. Ya caused quite the commotion out there, didn't ya? I asked ya to keep ya'self still, but that was just too much, huh? Anything to say for ya'self, little boy?" Roxanne taunted every step forward punctuated by the click of her heels. "Now ya gonna learn your lesson, isn't he Kaylee?"

"Yep! We can't have naughty waiters who can't control themselves around beautiful women! He's so got to be punished!" Kaylee agreed, taking something from her boss and twirling it in the air.

Bret focused as hard as he could, trying to make out the objects. Once he did his heard sank. In their hand each woman had what looked like a feather. Something that after his ordeal proved to be as deadly as a knife.

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"Agent 427, come in. Have you found what you were looking for yet?" Gwen asked, watching the feed from Bret's camera seemingly without blinking. The closer the feathers got, the farther her mouth went a gape.

"I'm doing my best!" Wade responded, riffling through every draw and cabinet he could find in Moreau's office. Folder after folder were tossed aside, seemingly useless to the case at hand. Until finally there was something of promise.

Finding a lock box, Wade quickly placed it on the desk to try and prey it open. It was sealed tight by a combination.

"Uh, Gwen? I think I found something."

The flustered woman begrudgingly pried herself away to see what agent 427 wanted. Laying eyes on the box, Gwen was unsure to say if this held the documents they needed. From what she learned of this woman tonight, it was hard to rule anything out.

"Hard to say. Can you open it?" Gwen asked hurriedly, going back to the show.

"Can I open it?" Wade chuckled. "Oh Gwen, that's like asking Leonardo if he can paint! Little does this woman know that around her office she's left a bevy of clues to which I can deduce *anything* about her. Her past, her plans, her dreams! All that and more to the point that 5 digit code is child's play! " Wade expanded, looking around for said clues.

"That's nice." Gwen answered, hardly listening at this point.

Wades eyes traveled to every corner of the room. He saw the 3 pictures hanging together on the wall. The 5 opened bottles of whine opened on the cellar. The 1 photo of her father on the desk. Along with the 2 live-laugh-love posters. And most obvious of all, the 4 corners of the office itself.

3-5-1-2-4

It didn't open.

"Crap!" Wade exclaimed, looking around the office once more. Following a new set of clues that assuredly had to be the one.

It didn't open.

So Wade tried again.

It didn't open.

So Wade tried again.

----

Bret struggled helplessly in his bondage, his body swaying in erotic agony from the feathers tracing along his privates. Kaylee focusing on his engorged mushroom head as Ms. Moreau's pestered at his full balls.

"PLAHAAHAHAASEHEAH! OHhaAGAHAHA! IAHAHAHA CAHAHANAHATAKEEEEET!"

"Aww, you can't take it, baby? Why not? It's just two little feathers going around and around your cock....~" Kaylee taunted, enjoying the visual of Bret's penis humiliatingly bouncing in the open air for them.

Roxanne meanwhile kept at his sensitive testicals with her fluffy plum. She circled the infinity sign along both of the young man's aching nuts. Savoring every reaction as he yipped and whooted at her titillating tickle.

She spoke next, her deep, southern drawl sending shivers down the agent's spine.

"Well ain't ya just having yourself a hoot?" The powerful woman mused, feathering his balls as if she was dusting a vase. "I reckon this is the most ticklish pecker my girls ever did see. Innit funny darlin? Just how sensitive and easy ya privates are?~"

Punctuating her question, Moreau used her free hand to trace the bottoms of the helpless young man's feet. Delicately, she whispered her fingertips down the lengths of his sole, the sensations forcing Bret to laugh at his own destruction. Still, it didn't distract from the whirlwind of quills at his penis.

The two women continued to look down on him and coo while their fluffy implements worked their magic. Over and over again Bret tried to regain his composure, only for it to crumble within seconds. Years of disciplinary training, completely useless against something so delicate. And it amused the sadistic boss and her underling to no end.

"OHOHAHAHA! PLEHAHAHA! PLEHAHAHA! AHAAHAAA AHAHAHAHAHAAH!" Bret whaled, the hysteria gushing from his trembling lips like a boat taking up water. An apt comparison given how far the poor agent felt like he was sinking. Deeper and deeper in the seemingly endless feeling of the ticklish torment, stirring this powerful feeling in his loins.

Roxanne's smile seemingly grew in tandem with Bret's overheating manhood. It looked positively ready to burst, bouncing at the smallest conduction of their feathers. It was amusing. Just like any man in her life, this little boy was like putty in her hands. A toy for her sadistic amusement, and she most certainly had plans to play.

"Uh-oh! Someone looks like they're at their limit! Are you really going to cum from just a little Coochie coo??? Pfffhaha! God I can't wait to tell the other girls about you!~" Kaylee cheered in excitement. Cruelly focusing her attention to the sweet spot found under the head of Bret's tip.

It was a question with an obvious answer, seeing as Bret's cock was already dribbling pre-cum. Because of the angle, the clear liquid ran down his glorious body. It gave Kaylee the most evil excuse to run her tongue along his midsection, lapping up what she could while further tickling.

"HAHAHAHAH! NNAHA-(moan)-AHAHAHAHA! PLAAHASEHAHA!" The agent's head swam in a haze of sexual agony. These sadistic women had him right way they wanted, and there was no way out.

"He's cumming!!!" Kaylee snickered, pointing at his retracting balls.

"No he ain't.~" Roxanne corrected, taking her feather away at the last second with Kaylee following suit. In an instant Bret's cock lost all stimulation, left to throb there achingly, left only with the tickling at his foot.

"NOAHAHAHAOAHAH! NOAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHHHA!!!! PLANAHAHA AHAA AHAA!!" Bret begged, embarrassingly thrusting his hips into the open air as the foot tickling made him crazy. The two women only just watched, giving him a few minutes to cool down before they started again.

"Now hold your horses, sugar. Who said ya could cum?" Madam Moreau asked rhetorically, continuing her tracing as to not give him a chance to respond. "Ya don't cum unless I tell ya too. Ya don't do *anything* unless I tell ya to."

"Yea boss! Get his toes!" Kaylee egged on, always enjoying the sight of her mentor at work. Possibly enjoying the misery on Bret's face even more. She didn't know why she had such a sadistic streak in her when it came to cute guys, but a night like this ticked all her boxes of a great first date.

"After what happened out there, I reckon ya need to be taught a proper lesson. I'm think'n ya need to apologize to each of those lovely ladies for how ya behaved out there. In my establishment of all places!" Moreau went on, running her nails down the length of his soles over and over again.

Kaylee meanwhile only looked down at her pray, enjoying the sight of him trying to keep it all together. It only made her want to add more fuel to the fire, to increase his suffering. Just then, their eyes met. His big and pleading while her's full of mischief. With a finger on her lips she told him to shush and snuck her feather back to his glistening tip.

"How about i bring those lovely ladies back here and give each and every one of of'em a feather, huh? Ya can say you’re sorry to each and every one of'em while they tickle that sensitive lil knob of yours. One by one. Then maybe we'll let ya cum." Roxanne described thoughtfully, being sure to flood his mind with the thought of a gang of women ready to make it worse. If only she knew how much of an effect it was having.

Bret gasped like a fish out of water. The fuzzy edges of the feather teasing as bad as the razor edge of Moreua's tantalizing words. His was face as flush as his eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn't take it anymore.

Kaylee looked at him in wonder. Was he actually going to do it? She quickly removed her feather, only to see it was too late. Bret's cock pulsed rapidly, clearly past the point of no return. The evil casino owner not noticing until the last second.

In a tantalizing display in sexual surrender, Bret unleashed an animalistic moan. His hips thrust frantically as he emptied his balls onto himself. Covering his body in his own humiliation. Both women looked on in wonder at the display, undoubtably aroused despite the clear breaking of the rules.

It took minutes for Bret's orgasm to fully subside, and even then he felt completely out of it. Weak and defeated his body felt as heavy as stone. Meanwhile the two women above him seemed to be just getting started.

"I didn't think he'd actually do it! He came just from being tickled!" Kaylee exclaimed excitedly. Giddy for this discovery like a kid on Christmas.

"He did.~" Roxana looked down at him condescending superiority, her hands firmly at her wide hips. "I ain't have a clue how he thinks he'll survive the night with that much stamina. I hope you saved enough in there for all of us, sweet cheeks."

Bret looked up at them, confused. What could she possibly mean? He looked at Kaylee who's face of faux concerned mimicked her superior.

"W-What.. (pant).. w-what do you mean?"

"What? Did you really think we were going to stop after you popped once?? You really are clueless!~" Kaylee teased, making her way outs in order to round up the rest of the women.

"W-what?! Y-You can't be serious!!!" Bret barked. His struggling beginning a new.

"That ain't even close to enough, sugar." The powerful woman decreed, kneeling in order to be face to face with her new toy. "Get it though ya skull, boy. We're gonna milk you like a cow on my ol daddy's ranch.~"

Bret's eyes went wide, as did Gwen's upon hearing this. To say the mission had gone off the rails would be an understatement. Tonight had completely gone tits up. And now, with agent 60 out of commission, it was all up to Wade.

God help us all.

End of part one.