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“Purple tacos,” I said, waiting for the screen to light up green. I changed the password daily to a random phrase, so it would be impossible for anyone to predict. My security was some of the best, and in fact, it was what had made me billions.
The elevator lowered and opened to the top-secret floor, revealing the stainless steel level. The guard at the elevator nodded to me as I stepped off and began my trek toward room #5. My shoes echoed on the floor, bouncing off all the walls with nothing to absorb the sound. It was an easy way to ensure no one could ever sneak up on anyone here if they were lucky enough to make it this far.
I passed the first room, the door shut tight. Each room had a different purpose, and the most sinister were closer to the elevator. Only one other person knew what went on behind that door.
The second door held my latest tech gadgets that I was developing for myself. If you couldn’t keep the coolest shit for your own purpose, where was the fun in that? I’d taken on corporations and corrupt men with the things I’d developed, putting me into the position I was currently in today. I could hear the sounds of a saw as I passed, and I made a note to stop by and see their progress before I left.
Behind door three laid a server room that would make any geek jealous. It was how I managed to obtain ownership of MidKnight Guild, ferreting out all the secrets of the creators and, one by one, taking them from them. It had been fun to watch them implode on themselves. And now I ruled it all.
Door number four was perhaps my favorite, but I bypassed it as I came upon number five. It wouldn’t do to get transfixed by the things in that room and forget my mission today. No, it would be better to not even peer at it.
The guard at the door nodded in greeting, but I barely paid attention to him. People below me were only good for the role they played. I didn’t learn their names, remember their features, or know anything about their lives. It wasn’t needed in my line of work, so I shoved all that non-essential stuff to the side and focused on the big picture.
A woman sat in the middle of the room, tied to a chair. She stared at me, not giving anything away as I approached. It seemed the Order taught their agents better than some other organizations I’d taken down.
Leaning against the desk, I watched her, assessing all of her weaknesses before speaking. “You, dear, were very hard to find. I’ll give it to the Order for their secrecy. They really do have a knack for fading into the background.”
She stared back, not offering anything. It would impress me if I was inclined to be impressed by such things. In my world, time was currency, and she was wasting mine.
“Okay then. If you have nothing to say, you’re useless to me.” Looking to my left at the guard, I nodded, indicating for him to follow protocol. It was always so fun watching them scramble. “When the gift is ready to send, I have a note to attach.”
Saying nothing else, I left the woman alone with the guard, knowing the show was about to start. But as I neared door number four, my eyes drifted toward it, and I couldn’t stop myself from walking over. Smoothing my hands over the door, even this part felt more significant than the others. Could a door be sexy?
Placing my thumb on the lock, I waited for the beep before the satisfying hiss of the air locked room emerged. Stepping inside quickly, I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the red light. Wall to ceiling was covered in photos and conversations. Once I'd completed it, no one else had ever been allowed to step foot into this room. It was temperature-controlled and air locked when not in use to not disturb all the images.
Walking over to the couch, I began to strip down as I neared it, knowing I was too weak today to ignore the need coursing through me.
Laying back on the couch that was as old as me, I inhaled the pillow, still able to smell him. I might be a glutton for punishment, but it was one I would willingly accept.
Looking around at the photos, I zeroed in on my favorite as I began to stroke myself. Hitting play on the remote on the table, sounds of his moans I’d recorded filled the room, and it was like I was immersed in him.
His smell. His sounds. His body.
It might not be the real thing, but it was a close second. Quickly, I came, splashing my cum over his face that was plastered to the floor. Smiling, I kneeled down, wiping it over his lips and imagining him taking it.
“Soon, my love, soon.”
