bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Pollen Project – Part 1Mabel breathed in deeply to steady her beat
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Pollen Project – Part 1Mabel breathed in deeply to steady her beating heart. She was in. Trespassing into the HQ of a high security organisation should have made her anxious and jittery but for her it was quite the contrary. She had to calm herself from the buzz and excitement of it all. Still the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself and risk getting caught. With back straight and balance steadied on her tall heels she proceeded deeper into the bowels of the building.As her clients had warned the place was like no other business she had entered before. Strutting down the long corridor she saw some incredible sights. All the female employees were wearing next to nothing, almost putting her attire to shame. If they weren’t in little more than bra and panties they were dressed in business wear more suited to the bedroom than a professional environment. Mabel passed young girls in pinstripe thigh-high skirts and see through blouses, suspender stockings and knotted shirts, club style dresses and collars. Universally they all had impeccable make-up and enhancements whether that be boob jobs, butt implants or lips fillers complete with slim, athletic figures. Fortunately figure hugging outfits like hers appeared part of the dress code too and she was glad she had decided not to wear anything underneath.The men on the other hand were all predatory vultures and as she travelled the scene began to take on more of a porn film vibe. This way and that girls were dragged into rooms to be manhandled or barked at to enter and provide ‘special services’. Even she couldn’t escape it. One man groped her butt as he walked by and another demanded she attend a 2pm appointment to give him some relief. It all matched up to the intel she had been provided with by her clients.This particular job was for a group called Pax Populi which she had never heard of before until they had approached her. The task itself was pretty simple. Enter the archives, steal some documents and get out. She was something of a professional in the field of corporate theft so the whole thing sounded like child’s play with her experience. In fact, it sounded so easy that she had almost declined. Initially they had tried to yammer on about their cause to get her on board, something about female rights and freedom which she didn’t really care about. In the end it had all come down to money, lots of it. Although they had talked about low funds and resources and seemed pretty desperate, she had snatched it up all the same, not a penny less. Data breaches was an expensive trade and something she was prepared to take full advantage of.Finally she reached her destination. Squeezing past a girl pinned to the wall by a guy with three fingers under her skirt, she reached the security panel and pressed her chest against it. The electronics read the security code in her nipple piercing, compulsory for archive girls, and beeped with a green hue to allow her to enter. She hoped the sharp electric shock happened to all girls who tried to get inside. It certainly wasn’t in the intel yet seemed like a demeaning feature that the men of this company would install.The archive room was a vast space and though it may have looked like a library it certainly wasn’t as quiet as one. Keyboard tapping and formal conversation was occasionally interspersed with the smacking of flesh and the squeaks and giggles of females. Mabel headed for the small file drawers. She knew exactly which code she was looking for. SLS-190-PL-3. As expected the filing system was simple to figure out and before long she approached the wooden slot and pulled. Inside she needed booklets 101, 278 and 390. Her fingers flicked through and she pulled them out one by one as she found them. Whilst two of the booklets were grey the final one clearly had the image of a flower on the front and back. Mabel had no idea what was contained in the documents and frankly didn’t care to know. All she had to do was deliver them to Pax Populi. Once uncovered she slid the draw shut and began to leave.“You!”A man’s voice echoed around the room. Mabel followed it to see a man in a smart suit pointing at her and marching over. Immediately she got into character, shifting her hands behind her back and jutting out her chest proudly.“Yes Sir”, she beamed, forcing her voice to shift an octave higher.“I don’t recognise you”, he muttered, squinting at her with suspicion yet still taking the time to observe her curves. “I’ve just been assigned here” Mabel replied calmly. “Would you like to see my security piercing? I’ll take my dress off if you like”.He ignored her flirtations, preferring instead to step into her personal space. In one swift move he yanked down the neck line of her clothing and pulled out her tit. She gave a soft gasp as he ran a thumb over her piercing.“See, all present and correct”, she continued as he took a long hard look. “Though I’d love it if you could give me a thorough strip search”.She ran a hand across his pants and towards his member, hoping that getting him all hot and bothered would be enough of a distraction. It wasn’t.“Newly assigned but with an old model”, he replied. “This piercing is due to expire at the end of the month young lady. Make sure you get that changed immediately.After a rough squeeze of her boob and wet kiss on the lips he walked away. Mabel was physically shaking from the ordeal, a mixture of fear at getting caught, instinctive sexual excitement and raw thrill. Then with a smile she pulled her boob back in and continued. Though she felt violated it was exactly those sorts of interventions that made her love theft all the more. It was the type of adrenaline rush she couldn’t find anywhere else, not even from high octane sports or rollercoasters. After pushing against the panel once more she was free of the archive room.And surrounded by guards in the corridor…“Dear oh dear”, stepped the chief among them as she slammed into the back of the door in surprise. “We’ve just done a dawn raid on a Pax Populi hide-out and broke one of the silly little girls you work for. I’ll take those”.He snatched the booklets out of her grip and acknowledged the flowers.“So this is what they were snooping around for”, he muttered and then addressing the guards. “Take her down to the research department. The pollen programme has just got a new test subject”.“Wait, wait. “ Mabel cried as her arms were grabbed and she was guided away. “I’ll do anything you want. Rip me out of my dress and fuck me. 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