The School: Office Work




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Sitting in a small office of the Academy, Tessa looked over the dossier that
Emma had handed to her. Committing it to memory, she handed her back to her
older colleague before returning to her seat.

"As you're aware, The Sorority obtains information and funding to maintain our
edge over The Agency through three distinct processes," Emma said as she sat
at the desk across from Tessa. "Primarily our technical research comes through
the positioning of alumni in various fields to redirect scientific items of
interest to us. Prototypes, new technology developments, pharmaceutical
enhancements, that sort of thing. Our financial backing comes through either
the wholesale acquisition of companies through either legitimate or
clandestine means or through the use of proxies to develop them on our behalf
without their knowledge..."

"The Honey-Pot programme, right?" Tessa enquired. Emma nodded.

"Precisely. Finally, we find that there are occasions where we need to act in
a more direct and invasive manner to either subdue or subvert research that
The Agency are conducting in a way that...can derail their own agenda whilst
enhancing our position at the same time."

"I understand," Tessa replied. "So, from reading the dossier, you need me to
infiltrate the company, obtain access to their technical files on the
construction of the project they refer to as The Nightmare Engine and bring
the information back to The Sorority. Right?"

"Indeed," Emma clarified. "However, we also need to make sure the source of
their technical innovation - Doctor Raymond Whittle - isn't able to recreate
his work for them. As far as we've been able to determine, he remains off-site
in some secure location." Tessa felt a shiver run up her spine as Emma
explained the full scope of the mission. "You're the best person available to
tackle this operation due to your extensive experience of maintaining our
cyber-security system here at the Academy and your skills with computers.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't put you up for this as, frankly, you're too valuable to
me here, but I'm afraid we are out of options right now."

"Don't worry," Tessa said as she got up to leave. "I won't let you down."

Friday 8:37 a.m

Less than twenty four hours later a middle-aged woman escorted later Tessa to
her desk just outside her target's office. She was told to wait for Mr Samuels
and made herself at home, familiarising herself with the office and with Mr
Samuel's private office. She was sure her carefully chosen outfit of a short
black business skirt and pale blue silk blouse, open enough to reveal a
tantalising glimpse of her cleavage, would captivate him. She was proved
correct when Mr Samuels arrived. He smiled broadly at her while his eyes took
in her beauty. She was short, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail and
her red lips were matched by her red fingernails.

Her legs were sheathed in a pair of black opaque tights that merged with her
shoes, a simple pair of black pumps with a three inch heel, almost making it
look like she was wearing leggings that she knew showed off her impressive
legs. There was something extra special about her tights though, a sense pf
promise when she wore them. It was as if she was committing to something when
she slipped her legs into them after her morning shower. Of course, he had no
clue, but these were going to be the tights that ended the life of her target
today. The knowledge of that and the promise that these soft, delicate pieces
of material that encased her legs held made Tessa's spine tingle. Just the
anticipation of what was to come had almost caused her to lose control this
morning as she had gotten dressed. As she had carefully pushed her legs into
the opaque material she was reminded of those lives she had snuffed out
between them.

Although she wasn't one of The Sorority's top flight field agents, Tessa had
taken out her fair share of targets and, at the age of twenty two, was seen as
a promising operative of the future. She allowed herself the luxury of running
her hands up the inside of her thighs. finding her pulse and breathing
quickening as her fingers glided across the alluring material. Suddenly images
flashed into her mind of twisted and contorted faces held between them,
struggling to breathe and ultimately being suffocated in her python-like grip.
Men of a wide variety of ages, all meeting the same fate between her thighs.
Some begged, some pleaded for their lives; others fought valiantly but it
always ended the same once she trapped them between her powerful leg muscles.
Some days she wore them underneath the business suit she tended to favour at
the Academy, a constant reminder of the power she held within her to take
someone's live if she deemed it necessary.

"Hello there," The voice snapped her out of her day dream. She wasn't sure how
long he had been standing there before he finally found his voice, "I'm Adam
Samuels."

"Good morning Mr Samuels, I'm Tessa," the young agent replied.

"Please, call me Adam," he said, trying not to sound nervous.

"Of course, Adam," Tessa smiled back at him, "your messages are on your table.
Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

Adam swallowed nervously. "I see you're very efficient. Why don't you sort out
those files on your desk and then I'll probably need your help with some
things in my office later." Adam went into his office and closed the door,
leaving Tessa alone.

Tessa knew the effect she was having on him - it was exactly the effect she
had calculated. The filing took half an hour and then she busied herself
around her new environment. The day moved quickly as she studied the location,
determining exit strategies and assessing potential threats, finding them few
and far between. Her own IT knowledge had enabled her to identify that she
would need access to Adam's personal computer to be able to scan the documents
she needed to a small thumb drive. Equally, she hoped it would provide the
location of Whittle as she had managed to draw a blank on that front. As the
day moved from lunchtime to early evening, she didn't have to wait long before
the last few members of staff disappeared from the office. Within minutes, the
intercom buzzed and she was called into Adam's office, apparently to take a
letter.

He was sitting at his desk. Tessa gave him a warm smile and perched herself on
the edge of his desk, crossing her legs and flipping her notebook open. The
sensation of the material rubbing against her skin She looked at him
expectantly, pen poised over the page.

Slightly flustered by Tessa's mixed messages of professionalism and desire
Adam cleared his throat and began to dictate, stealing glances at the gorgeous
temp while she was concentrating on taking down the letter. He got to the end
of his dictation and looked up to see Tessa staring back down at him. With a
knowing smile she slipped the shoe from her right foot and extended her leg,
pressing her encased toes against his crotch. The sound of the tights rubbing
against his trousers created a soft swishing sound as she carefully rocked her
foot back and forth.

"Now Mr Samuels," she teased, leaning forward and putting her chin in her hand
that was propped up on her leg, "is there anything else you'd like me to take
down?"

Adam groaned in pleasure. He couldn't believe how hard he was already. This
woman was really turning him on and he couldn't wait. He put his hand on her
thigh and slowly slid it under her skirt. He felt his hand glide along the
smooth inviting surface of the tights as he ran his hand along it. It was like
sliding his hands across a layer of liquid latex, there was practically no
resistance to his skin from them. He tried to lean forward but Tessa increased
the pressure on his crotch slightly. He looked up at her, almost pleading with
her.

"Come on, baby," he said, "don't be a tease."

"Don't worry," Tessa replied, smiling a little too much for Adam's liking,
"you'll get what you deserve."

Adam was too preoccupied to notice Tessa spin the pen round so it pointed at
him. She held his gaze while she twisted the clip slightly. There was a tiny
hiss as the micro-dart shot from the tip of the pen and embedded itself in
Adam's neck. Tessa blew him a kiss as the fluid inside the projectile charged
through his system. His head tilted backwards over the back of the chair, his
eyes rolling back and his body going limp.

"Now, that dart will render you unable to resist me," Tessa added as she used
her foot to push the seat away from the desk before hopping down and starting
to navigate her way through Adam's computer. She pulled Adam from the chair,
placing him on the floor beneath the desk. Sitting herself on it, she wrapped
her thighs around his neck and pulled his head tightly back into her crotch.
The same soft swishing sound that he had heard before when her foot was
pressed so invitingly against his crotch was now filling his ears. The
sensation of the material pressing against the skin of his neck was both at
once something he craved and, in his current predicament, filling his mind
with a very real, very tangible sense of fear. "However, you never stood a
chance against me."

Within a minute she had found the files she wanted and began transferring them
to a compact flash drive she inserted into the USB port. She wiggled in the
seat slightly as she watched the progress bar filling up on the screen at the
same time as she tightened her grip with her deadly thighs even more. More
swishing sounds filled Adam's ears now, only at this stage his urge to try and
escape was being cruelly suppresed by the toxic dart she had injected him
with. Tessa took a quick glance at Adam's face - the skin tone was taking on a
blue-purplish hue to it now and she knew it wouldn't be long. She ran her free
hand through his hair, taking hold of a chunk of it and pulling him back into
the curve of her crotch further still.

"Don't worry baby," She cooed as she watched the percentage increase. "It will
all be over soon." The sensation growing between her thighs was becoming
overpowering as she gripped the arms of the office chair and gripped them
tightly. Tessa lifted herself up slightly, allowing a small moan to escape her
lips as she rotated her hips now. She looked at the progress bar - nearly
ninety percent now. She began to pulse and tense the muscles in her legs now
in rhythm with her gyrating hips, each pulse of those expertly toned thighs
being accompanied by the soft caress of the slick cotton of the tights
pressing ever more so against Adam's cold, pale skin. Over and over, moving
them more insistently as she watched the numbers climb in tune with the waves
of pleasure flooding her body now. As the the progress bar flashed up at one
hundred percent, Tessa's whole body tensed as she let out a primal moan.

As her mind slowly reassembled it's processes into cohesive thoughts, she
slowly untangled her legs from around the neck of Adam Samuels. His body fell
to the floor with a thud, his eyes staring out into the void. Tessa couldn't
resist the urge to run her hands across her body and back between those deadly
thighs like she had done earlier, savouring the sensation of the kill that
seemed to flow through her body. A few further clicks of the keyboard provided
her with the information as to the location of Raymond Whittle. Carefully
easing herself out of the chair, removing the flash drive and kneeling down
beside Adam's body, she ran her hand softly through his hair.

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me baby," she cooed before
leaving the office behind.

10:13 p.m

She had spent an hour watching and waiting.

Tessa knew that she had little more than twelve hours between successfully
executing Adam Samuels and someone discovering his body. The ransacking of the
files on his computer produced several positive results before she purged them
of any useful information; Tessa had then proceeded to scout out each of the
three locations in turn before finally determining the building where Raymond
Whittle was operating his project out of. She had to admit that it had been
fortunate that each location was less than a mile from each other. Suspecting
that had something to do with the localised power grid in the area, she had to
admit that the plans for this device they were constructing were both baffling
and terrifying.

From the outside it looked just like any other industrial unit amongst a sea
of others almost identical in appearance. A small, squat, boxy looking
building with one door on the front and another at the back. Outside were two
moderately sized utility vehicles with blacked out windows. On the roof, a
small smoke stack was the only thing that betrayed any sign of life within as
steam poured out of it. After carefully parking her motorcycle at the rear of
one of the adjoining units, Tessa had managed to determine that there would be
no more than one or two others in the building along with Whittle himself.

Securing her helmet and black bomber jacket, she made her way towards the rear
of the structure and the only visible entrance, a rather heavy duty looking
door. Approaching it, her figure melted into the inky black night that
surrounded her as she was clad in an all-black leather suit with matching
knee-high, low heeled boots. Eschewing the more traditional "uniform" other
Sorority members wore out of practicality in this instance, she inwardly
appreciated the way the material clung to her like a second skin. The
sensation and sound of it as she scrambled across the concrete paving sent a
slight shiver up her spine. Upon reaching the door, Tessa took a moment to
appraise the structure before noticing a rusty looking fire escape ladder
barely secured to the brick edifice that she had failed to see in her earlier
examination of the building. Considering her options, Tessa began to scale the
ladder as quickly as possible, conscious that too quickly of an ascent would
potentially alert people inside to her presence. Reaching the narrow metal
platform on the second floor, her gloved hand curled around the door handle
and twisted. As she expected, it yielded to her and she entered quietly.

Once inside, she could hear a faint hum that seemed to resonate around the
building. Placing her hand against the wall, she could detect a slight
vibration emanating from it. Tessa shook her head, hoping that the sensation
was simply the by-product of whatever was creating the heated steam billowing
from the smoke stack on the roof. Cautiously moving down the hall, she
detected the faint sound of footsteps. Tessa pressed herself tightly against
the wall of the junction in the corridor, her heart racing in anticipation.
The long, dim hallway echoed with the faint but unmistakable sound of
footsteps. Her full, crimson lips drew up in a sideways smile as she readied
herself, admiring how the dim lighting of the hallway was reflected in the
shiny leather material that encased her body. The footsteps were drawing
nearer...two of them. Very well, she thought, time to die.

The footsteps rounded the corner. Only a few feet away now. Tessa drew a long,
deep breath as two men in matching coveralls walked past the alcove in which
she stood. Tessa's crimson lips peeled back in a savage grin, then she sprang
into a blur of motion.

The first man never knew what hit him.

Tessa's booted leg swung out in a perfectly placed snap kick; the armoured
curve of her booted foot lashed out and connected with the man's skull at the
precise place it joined his spine. He muttered a soft "wugh" sound and fell in
a boneless heap. She stepped nimbly forward and her right arm lanced out in an
underhanded jabbing strike, her fingers curled in at the first knuckle. Her
blurring strike stove in the second man's throat; he gagged silently, his
breath stolen, the ability for him to cry for help robbed from him. Eyes wide,
he gurgled and staggered away backward a few steps.

Like a cat, Tessa knelt beside the downed man and her leather-clad fingers
plucked what looked like a hotel room key card from his belt.

"Thanks for the ... " she began to chirp as the heavy steel-toed boot
connected with her shoulder in an awkward, but still painful, manner, and her
small, lithe form was propelled backward by simple physics. Even as she
slammed into the steel corridor wall, she cursed her hubris.

Not bad for a grunt, she thought. Got to give him credit.

Indeed, the second man, still gurgling softly but with anger burning in his
eyes alongside the pain, came for her again, his arms outstretched, his
fingers clutching awkwardly. She noticed for the first time he sported a
ridiculous, walrus-style moustache. Ah, no, not today she thought randomly
as she executed a simple, yet effective manoeuvre she had used some two years
ago on a young man called Irving McNeil. For a moment, her mind flashed back
to that day - the day she had first killed in the name of the Sorority. Like
everyone in the Advanced Class, she had been trained for the day since she was
a young girl, without even realising it at first, however all of them were
nervous. The rules were simple, two of them entered the room and only one
exited. Mostly it was the girl who emerged victorious, but sometimes,
sometimes it wasn't. And that fact burned like a fire inside Tessa's soul as
she had faced Irving that day.

Snapping back to the present, her mind was already racing ahead. Like oil,
like the liquid light that danced on the surface of the slippery suit she
wore, she ducked under the man's grasp and slid around him in a lightning-fast
way. In a flash his right arm was locked painfully behind him. Grace, speed
and precision were her weapons against a brute like this man, like Irving.
However, today, unlike that afternoon several years ago, she didn't hesitate;
no, now, she thought, expediency was key.

She powered her hold with a jerk, and the man's arm snapped with a sharp, loud
report. He threw back his head in a soundless scream, and she wrapped her
sleek left arm around the front of his throat, securing his neck and back in
an awkward, painful hammerlock. She took a breath, waited, then blew it out as
she threw all her weight down and to the left. As slight as her frame was, her
training had made her strong for her size, and the man's spine simply couldn't
cope with the awkward angle as she bent him in half backwards. His lower back
broke with a fibrous ripping sound, and a second later his neck went with a
thick, muted crackle. His struggles abruptly ceased, and his eyes widened even
further as his frantic gurgling ended as well. Then his eyes became fixed, and
glassy, and then it was over.

She released him and his body fell with no grace; his dead weight dropped like
a rock and his head bounced on the steel floor with a hollow BONK sound.
Without pausing to relish her kill, Tessa danced lightly over to the first
man, all the time angrily reminding herself to watch for her tendency to
celebrate too early and get over confident. Her shoulder hurt like hell where
the second man had kicked her, but it could have been a whole lot worse.

Again she wished for the sheer, effortless knock-down power of a big man. If
she had had it, she could've killed the second man before the first had even
finished falling in a heap. Still, she had to make several concessions for her
5'4" slender frame. Landing ten times the number of blows a big man would just
have to be one of them. A fingertip to the neck told her the story. The
workman was still alive, but probably wouldn't be for long; his pulse was weak
and erratic. Still. Better to be sure.

She rolled him over onto his front, and in a flash she wrapped her long,
supple, leather-covered legs around his midsection and her arms around his
head, and then rolled over. His body rolled easily around, so she was now on
her back. Tessa torqued the poor man's head to the right, and flexed the
smooth muscles of her legs against him as leverage. She pulled on his head
harder...harder...she could feel the sensations starting to swell inside her
loins, that familiar feeling when she had time to toy with her prey. She bit
her lip as the rational part of her mind overrode the part that was dictating
that they should seek pleasure in this execution.

His neck broke with a pop, a pause, a louder pop, another pause, and then a
gruesome muted crackle of tortured bone and gristle. He immediately began
shaking all over, the full-body shake caused by a firestorm of panicked, dying
neurons firing, and she held him close until it was over, enjoying the
steadily weakening shuddering of his body, revelling in the knowledge that it
was she who had done this to him.

She pushed him off of her, rose with effortless grace, and looked down the
hall. Tessa spotted a flight of stairs off at the end of the corridor. Looking
at the key card she had snagged from one of her victims, she made her way
towards the unknown.

****

"...and I'm telling you that the resonance field won't hold if you increase
the output," Whittle barked across as Edmonds, his research assistant, as he
struggled to make his words heard over the all-pervading buzz that filled the
room. In front of them, banks of retro looking reel-to-reel machines were
running, compiling data from the two distinct banks of terminals. "We need to
try lowering the rate of the direct power feed until the field can match it."
In turn, his assistant adjusted several dials on the secondary control panel
he was sat at behind Whittle's desk and the buzzing sound diminished, replaced
by a gentle hum.

"I believe that's it," Edmonds said. Whittle nodded enthusiastically as he
moved to another terminal, engrossing himself with the data being spewed
across the screen. Both men were pre-occupied enough that they didn't
acknowledge the faint sound of the door opening and closing.

Tessa could see both of them were totally absorbed in what they were doing -
alternating their observations from the monitors to a small glowing metal box
located on a pedestal about eight to ten feet away from them behind what
looked like reinforced glass. The grin on her face was mirrored in the almost
ballet-like way in which she moved towards Edmonds. His interest directed
solely on the monitors ahead of him, he was oblivious to her approach and to
the sharp knife-handed strike that struck at his neck. The soft sigh that
escaped his lips was cut off as Tessa's leather-clad arm snaked around his
throat and her free hand grabbed the back of his head, pushing it tight
against her forearm.

"What's happening with the zero point readings?" Whittle called out without
looking up. "Edmonds, tell me, we'll lose control of the field. What's..." His
exasperation at not getting a response prompted him to look up and turn
around. However, he saw the figure of his assistant contained in a lethally
intimate embrace from a young woman dressed all in black. He saw the gleam in
her eyes as she looked straight at him and the obvious zeal in her face as
Edmonds' body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably. This was suddenly
halted as Tessa savagely twisted his head to the right, then the left,
snapping his neck with frightening ease.

"Looks like you're next Professor," She purred as she dropped the corpse to
the floor. Whittle staggered back, colliding with the console.

"Look...I can help you...I can give you..." Tessa laughed at his protests as
she walked towards him.

"There's nothing I want from you, I've already taken everything I need," She
said to him in a sweet voice. "Well, almost everything..." She swung her arm,
connecting forcefully with the side of Whittle's face with a sharp back handed
strike. This was followed by a punch being driven into his stomach. Tessa
giggled as Whittle doubled over - the pain he was experiencing was swiftly
replaced by a knee being powered into his face. The impact of the blow knocked
him against the console, causing him to hit the floor a moment later. He tried
to scramble back to his feet as quickly as possible - however his best efforts
were met with kicks being rained down upon his prone form. One particularly
savage strike knocked him over onto his back, leaving him with enough time for
his vision to clear to see the sole of a boot about to be placed against his
throat.

"Oooh, that's it, choke for me," Tessa cooed as she placed the bottom of her
boot against Whittle's throat. His hands flew up to it as they tried to pry it
loose but he could find no purchase. Even when he did, her innate sense of
balance kept her in the dominant position as she pushed down upon it. "You
know, if I keep this up your trachea will crack and then you'll choke to
death," Tessa mused as she watched the colour change in Whittle's face. She
pulled her foot away at the last possible second, allowing Whittle to drag
down half a lungful of air before she grabbed him by the collar of his lab
coat.

Hauling him up to his feet, she slammed him into the row of terminals next to
them once, twice, three times before releasing his battered form. He slumped
to the ground as Tessa leaned against the surface, casually giggling at his
predicament.

"My, you really are that pathetic aren't you?" She mused as she watching him
struggle to his hands and knees, half crawling his way towards the door on the
gleaming metallic floor. Tessa casually followed him, eventually moving
herself so that it she was walking abreast his torso as she watched him
movements intensely. "That's it Professor...you're almost there..." she teased
as he moved closer to the door. He inched his way further and further, seeing
the exit in his line of sight, knowing that if he could just reach out with
his arm...

The sensation of two leather-clad thighs cushioning his head for a moment
before suddenly tightening and constricting around his neck caused Whittle to
spit out a half- garbled cry from his battered body. Tessa stood imperiously
above him, executing the hold to perfection and grabbing a chunk of his hair
to pull his head as tight as possible into her crotch. She pushed herself onto
her tip-toes in order to gain the maximum amount of pressure in her thighs as
she can feel Whittle's hands weakly slap at her legs. Tessa can feel the
pleasurable sensation of her orgasm building now, so much that she has to grab
hold of the terminal closest to her to stop herself losing her balance.

The gurgled, choked sounds barely spewing from Whittle's increasingly crushed
throat began to push her over the edge. His eyes began to blur and his vision
fade as he heard the blood rushing in his ears, his brain barely registering
the fact this woman was killing him with her legs. Tessa managed to open her
eyes enough to see Whittle's body twitch and spasm between her deadly thighs
as the moment hit her. She let out a series of cries of pure lust, moaning as
the sensation ripped through her body. The muscles in her legs tightened even
more, providing the final thrust to snuff out the life of Raymond Whittle.

Once Tessa had recovered her composure, she gently untwined her legs from the
standing scissorhold she had used to execute the scientist. She turned her
attention to the various dials and controls on the console before her - now it
was a simple matter of setting everything to overload. As she made her
preparations to leave, she knelt down before the lifeless face of Raymond
Whittle. Softly stroking his cheek, she planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you, I had a wonderful time."