There was a knock and before she had a chance to even mentally acknowledge she had heard it he had her trapped again. His hand fell across her mouth silencing her. It was clear he wanted her to still so she would try to squirm at first but would settle again with in a moment. She would listen as he spoke to Simon. It seemed the planned had gone right in one way, the guests were leaving right after.<br/><br/>She knew Simon wouldn't find anything, not right away. Not physical, her partner Aaron had taken joy into hacking into the system. She wondered if they would find a trace of his handy work not until they looked in her purse. There was a USB, she had been expected to leave it in the safe as a calling card. It carried a nasty virus for whoever decided to plug it in.<br/><br/>They were left alone again and she could tell he was displeased. It was one thing to be caught red handed because he had yet to lose anything but now...<br/><br/>There was a gasp and she struggled as he looked the strap through. A firm tug and they were pulled back, making her breast even more of a target one he would joyfully pluck at.<br/><br/>He had both her nipples trapped and he was squeezing the sensitive tips. He drew a whine from her lips,  her head tilted back and he was met with a harsh green gaze. It job wasn't suppose to involve pain.<br/><br/>"Ah! You're hurting me," she informed with a whine. He could be doing worse. "Clover, you can call me clover. I'm not selling myself out," she huffed. She could be stubborn. She was a red head under the blonde wig after all