"Hammerhard isn't taking visitors right now," growled the hulking guard as he eyed the two luscious young women before him.
Erica and Lucille were both dressed for clubbing, scantily clad in outfits specially prepared by Division, and the guard was worked up as it was already.
Erica was a nineteen year old brunette with pale eyes, a luscious tan, and long straightened hair with a sultry fringe. Her long, leggy body had been poured into a tiny red dress over black lingerie, suspenders and stockings. Hints of her lacy black bra and a generous portion of tanned cleavage were on full display as she had strutted through the club, turning more than a few heads.
Beside her the twenty one year old slim, frosty blonde Lucille was more casually underdressed, sporting a blue halter top and a tiny pair of navy shorts that showed off her smooth creamy legs.
Seeing these two foxy young women was doing little to alleviate the guard's growing lust. Instead of being attended to like his boss, he was stuck on door duty to the private VIP area of Club Zeitgeist.
Club Zeitgeist was one of the hottest clubs in the city. It wasn't at all large, but it was extremely exclusive, and both its owners and its patrons valued the security and secrecy Zeitgeist provided. The fact that it was also the front of Klaus von Hammerhard's notorious private security firm Denizen made it all the more difficult to access.
Whore Division however had maintained a loose relationship with Hammerhard for some time, and its agents had full access to Zeitgeist on the odd occasion when its owner had valuable information to trade in exchange for Division's delectable services.
Tonight's occasion was more critical; Klaus von Hammerhard was not offering simply information, but the highly prized Botton Device.
Erica, with backup from fellow agents Michael and Lucille, had been tasked with specially attending to Klaus von Hammerhard and retrieving the Botton Device. It was a routine mission, and Erica was not expecting any trouble or difficulties. It was her very first proper mission as a full agent, and the stunning brunette was eager to prove herself to Director Booker back at Division, as well as perhaps show off a little to Agent Michael in the process.
Only now, there seemed to be something wrong, and agents Erica and Lucille weren't getting the access they were promised. Instead a stubborn, hulking bodyguard stood in their way.
"Your boss is expecting us," said Erica. "This was all arranged already."
"We're from Division," added Lucille.
"Fuck, how many sluts does Mr. Hammerhard need," grumbled the guard, "I just sent your friend up not more than ten minutes ago!"
Lucille shot Erica an alarmed look.
"What do you mean you sent someone up already?" Erica asked the guard.
"The bitchy chick in the tight leather pants," answered the guard. "Had a real fine ass. Why can't I get service from someone like that..."
"We need to get up there right away!" exclaimed Erica.
The guard crossed his beefy arms and shook his head.
"Boss was pretty clear there were to be no interruptions," said the guard. "And I'll be damned if I send up some more hot pieces of tail without getting any myself.
Erica and Lucille both exchanged knowing glances. The guard wanted in on the action if he was going to let them pass, and they were perfectly capable of providing him with the service he desired. But each moment they wasted the greater the risk of blowing their mission.
"Give us a moment," Lucille told the guard before pulling Erica away with her out of earshot.
"Ok Erica, this mission has just gotten complicated," Lucille whispered urgently to her partner.
"We're going to have to offer the guard something," said Erica. "We need to get that device and we can't do that if he doesn't let us through to see Klaus. Maybe we could let him feel us up?"
"I don't see that guard letting us through without getting anything less than a blowjob," said Lucille flatly. "But this is supposed to be a routine assignment, and we haven't been sanctioned to service some lowly goons."
"We're going to have to do something, we need to get in to see Klaus!" said Erica. "What about Michael? Could he find another way in for us?"
"Michael's got his hands full fucking the bartender girl, a known information dealer, from tipping off any of our rivals that we're here and the trade is going down now. He needs to be keeping her busy until we get out of here with the device."
"Shit, of course," swore Erica. "But what are we going to do?"
"Look it's breaking protocol, but this kind of obstacle can happen on missions," sighed Lucille. "That's where we have to improvise. Adapt. You're getting your first real taste of what working for Division is really like. Plus I'm worried about who the hell this other girl is that's been sent up to him already."
"What are you thinking? Could it be Slut Directorate?" asked Erica, her eyes wide with alarm.
Slut Directorate was a shadowy and powerful crime syndicate that had been arch-enemies of Whore Division for many years. They operated much as Whore Division did, using special sexual services to gather intelligence and accomplish risky operations. However Slut Directorate used this to advance their evil goals of world domination. The thought that they would be going up against them on her first mission made Erica shudder.
"I don't think so, it's probably just some random tart from the club," said Lucille, shaking her head. "But if it was Slut Division, we're going to have a big problem on our hands. This is why we need to work out a plan quickly."
"So should we go suck him off together?" asked Erica.
"No, we don't have time for that," said Lucille. "We need to get you in to see Klaus. Look, I'll blow the guard, and we'll leverage that to get you in to Klaus' office to make the trade for the Botton Device. When you get in there, you won't have me for backup because I'll be busy with that meat head's cock stuffed in my mouth, so you'll be on your own. Don't screw it up!"
