Jason looked up at Flash and smiled a predatory smile. The rigger was tired, hungry and horny – a perfect combination of<em>needs</em>. Needs that only he could grant her. She had come to him already broken in by the mob, but he hadn’t imagined that controlling the girl would be so easy.<br/><br/>“What kind of maid eats with her master?” Jason asked and took a handful of her long red hair, pulling her down to her knees so he could look down on her. “Yesterday was an exception. A reward for obedience and services rendered.” He explained and gave her a couple of little smacks to the face to remind her of her place. “Don’t get too used to it. I don’t think you can keep up that level of submission and usefulness.”<br/><br/>Smacking Flash around a bit had given him a rise, though. “Here is a chance for you to earn your keep.” Jason said and opened his bathrobe, pulling her between his legs.<br/><br/>As Flash slurped on his cock, Jason did a little matrix research on movements at Gunderson. Had they changed security protocols in Miami or hired external experts? Basically, he was looking for any sign that they were aware of the data theft.<br/><br/>Apart from that, there wasn’t much he could do but wait for now. He would check up on Daria Jones again and pick up the gear he needed for the infiltration but, unless a prime opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t really move ahead. Porter moved at his own timetable and Jason had to be ready. So he did a little home-office, checking on his messages. Had Mr. Glenn approved his request to do an in-depth security background check on the personal assistant candidates? It would give his 'work' with Daria some legitimacy.<br/><br/>Next, he put in a request with signal intelligence. He needed a tech-head with a bug-scanner to go through Flash’s car and flat. Maybe scan his own place while he was at it, too. One never knew if the interior decorators and other contractors who had furnished the place were not actually on the payroll of the competition.<br/><br/>He also looked for a doc to do a scan of Flash and maybe perform some upgrades. Miami was an important redlight and erotic simsense center, so body augmentation specialists were easy enough to find. But it needed to be someone with the right skills and without unfortunate legal attachments. Cranial bombs tended to bring in the law hard and fast.<br/><br/>Was Daria posting anything on her public pages? An event she wanted to go with her friends? Some new tech-toy, article of clothing or accessory she was all-excited about? Maybe he could find an easier way to get some surveillance of her that way. He also checked up on her friends. Were they all from the same society circle or were there easier marks with less protection?<br/><br/>Of course, Mr. Moto from data analysis had requested Jason to come in again. He wanted to interview him some more, but Jason didn’t think he could contribute much and it felt like a waste of time so he sent the man a note saying he was very busy with an ‘important security assignment’.<br/><br/>Jason poured some maple syrup on his cock and leaned back in his chair while Flash had her breakfast.<br/>