Chapter 5

Orchid was not having a good day.

Then again, Orchid seemed to live in a perpetual array of bad days. Part of it was her job - which was working for a subsection of a secret branch of the United States Military which was called the "Financial Research Facility". Which was a joke - it was made out to be the most boring section of the US military system, hiring a team of accountants and bean counters to run around and make sure that every $500 unbreakable toilet seat that were used in long range airplanes (made unbreakable with the theory that if the bathroom was ever hit by a missile, the toilet better damn well not shatter and leave shards of plastic in some patriotic pilot's ass) were fully accounted for.

The truth was that only a small part of the budget was appropriated to this task - a fact that the bean counters well knew, but also knew that if they ever squealed, they'd find themselves out of a job, discredited by a group of other even more boring bean counters, and probably dead of some strange "accident" 24 hours later (with their family members piled up next to them). It's not that the US Military is inherently evil - they just get very testy about people releasing details on super-secret stuff.

Which is what Orchid's job really dealt with. Not that her real name was Orchid - it was some stupid code name invented by some stupid ass guy who thought a flowery name for one of their top assassins sounded all cool and shit. She didn't know who thought up the name - probably a good thing, as whoever had thought it up might find themselves dead - it would take a little bit of time, most of it painful, but dead they would be at the end.

This was the real center of Orchid's perpetual bad mood. She hated her job. She hated the stupid rules she had to follow, like "Don't kill people just because they cut you off on the freeway", or "No, you can't assassinate Saddam Hussein and make a better place", or "No, you can't assassinate Carrot Top and make the world a better place". What good was being quite possibly the world's best assassin if you couldn't use it to make the world a better place?

Instead, Orchid was stuck with low life scum - major drug dealers, weapons dealers who were trying to sell high radiation plutonium to places with more Arabic names than a 7-11 employee roster, the occasional would-be presidential blackmailer (these were her favorite - usually some girl who took it up the ass 40 years ago by some guy she never suspected would become president, then wanted to rat the guy out once he was in power).

So when she walked into the Statistical Research Facility building (known as "The Stain" by the employees since they never replaced the carpets - a bean-counter money counting trick), she expected another boring ass job in some boring ass Motel 6 somewhere in some pit of the nation. Just once she'd like a job that took her to Hawaii. Someplace where she could make her white skin at least off-white.

She turned the corner - and saw at least one thing that made this job worth it at times. Other than not being dead herself, of course. (One of the job "features" that she learned about later on. No wonder the job had such a low turnover rate.)

It was Samantha. Samantha was still fairly new, and so was still pretty fun to play with. She looked up when Orchid had finished the last checkpoint (a total of 6 to make it this far - an iris scan, palm scan, fingerprint scan, DNA scan, voice scan, and having to repeat the words "Fuck you, assholes" which was the password she made up for herself 30 days ago when she had to change passwords again. For the 5th time in 6 months. Damned IT staff geeks).

"Good afternoon, Agent Orchid," Samantha said, her smile frozen on her face. She was a pretty thing - taller than Orchid, willowy thin with a nice sized rack, almond shaped eyes, and long, midnight black hair, and a tiny little ass that made Orchid wish she had a cock to rape it with. She didn't work out, and had a softness of body that Orchid loved. "The Chairman will be with you shortly - I'll ring him."

"Thank you, Sam," Orchid said. Her smile was genuine. She liked seeing Samantha. "Feel free to take your time."

Samantha's smile didn't really change, but she tried to be pleasant. Orchid felt like she had some idea what was going on inside her head. The fear, the wondering if this time it was going to happen again - Orchid could almost smell it on the girl's mocha skin.

"Chairman," Samantha said into her intercom. "Agent Orchid is here."

"Wait 30 minutes," came back the voice on the other end. "I'll call when I'm ready."

"Yes, sir," Samantha said. She glanced at Orchid, who was sitting in one of the comfortable leather chairs. These weren't just simple office chairs - these were full blown, sink-on-down-and-sleep chairs that reclined to nearly a full horizontal position. He had ordered these chairs especially for Orchid - especially after the time she had come into his office sporting a gut shot to deliver her report. Orchid was a stickler for fulfilling her missions, and The Chairman rewarded her for this dedication.

"I guess we have a wait," Orchid said. A smile played over her lips as she watched the pretty girl twitch a little. "Well, don't mind me. Why don't you just get back to work. I'll just relax here." She leaned back in the chair, fixing her eyes on Samantha.

Samantha's smile slipped just a little. Then she turned to her computer and started typing away, trying as hard as she could to ignore Orchid's stare. Orchid didn't seem to blink. Didn't seem to move. She just kept her eyes on Samantha, her gaze never wavering.

After a minute, Samantha's fingers staccato keyboard clicking slowed, became sporadic as she looked at Orchid. Orchid didn't move, just kept staring at Samantha. Samantha looked back at her work, straightening in her chair a little. A minute later she looked at Orchid again, shifting in her seat. Her typing resumed, slowed, resumed, slowed again. Samantha's fingers started adjusting her blouse, lifting it away from her chest to let some air in. A small bead of perspiration clustered on her forehead as she shifted again.

Orchid suddenly rose from her seat so quickly Samantha gave a start. Orchid sat on the edge of her desk, letting her skirt rise up her legs a little. She leaned forward, hovering over the girl.

"So how have you been, Sam?" Orchid said. She leaned a little further over the girl, enjoying her nervousness. "It's been weeks since we've seen each other." Her skirt rose another inch higher. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and a long expanse of white thigh was revealed.

Samantha's eyes flickered to Orchid's thigh, then back into the liquid, hypnotic eyes. "Um, fine, Agent Orchid- " she stammered.

Orchid put a long finger on the girl's lips, feeling the slick lipstick on them. "Now, Sam, didn't I tell you just to call me Orchid?" The finger traced the delicate jaw, barely touching the skin of her throat. "After all, we've already shared so much together." The wandering hand moved down the throat, stroking the skin.

Samantha started to pull back, but Orchid captured a bit of skin, holding her in place. She brought up her other hand, stroking her arm. She could feel goose bumps on the silky skin, and it made her smile.

Samantha was trembling. "Orchid - I - I'm sorry, I know we have - "

"Have what?" Orchid asked. She brought both hands down, gripping the girl's nipples, squeezing tightly - not enough to cause pain, but enough to let her know she could cause pain if she wished it. "Made love right here in this office before?" She leaned in a little closer, her face inches from Samantha's. Her fingers traced the tiny breasts. She usually preferred larger breasts - more like her own, to be honest, but she enjoyed Samantha's reluctance far more.

"Orchid, please - I've told you before, I - I'm not a les-lesbian." Samantha's breath was sweet - someday Orchid might ask her what toothpaste she used. She might buy a tube just as a momento. It was coming out a little faster as Orchid milked the tiny nipples through the blouse. Samantha's legs were shifting, nylon whispering as they moved.

"Oh, really?" Orchid said, leaning forward. Her lips brushed against Samantha's jaw as her hands worked the breasts. She loved the feel of them, the nubs nice and hard now. She could smell the faint odor of arousal, and knew it wasn't her own. "I thought you'd be over that hang up by now." Her tongue traced a path to Samantha's ear. She loved the taste of the girl's skin, felt Sam's hot breath against her ear. Orchid swung her legs over the desk, placing Samantha between them as she continued to molest her.

"I - I don't like girls that way," Samantha protested. Orchid pulled back, grinning wickedly at her target.

"Really?" She said. She saw Samantha's confused eyes, the fear behind them, unable to understand what was happening to her. "Hm - so you won't like this?"

She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Samantha's. The soft petals parted for her. Samantha's loan moan vibrated against Orchid's tongue as the organs touched, saliva mingling. Samantha's pelvis rocked over so slightly as she kissed Orchid back.

Orchid planted kissing along Samantha's throat. "No - I don't like girls, please-" Orchid could taste the salt of tears on her skin. She wondered if Sam had some major religious hang up or something - this was the fourth time, and while this was the fastest Orchid had moved, it was still the same reaction. Major guilty head case here.

She unbuttoned Samantha's blouse, reaching inside to feel her bra. She suddenly grabbed Samantha's nipples. this time hurting her. "What's this?" Orchid hissed. She pulled on the nipples, making Samantha cry out in pain. "What's this I feel?" She slowly twisted the nipples a quarter turn. Samantha's pelvis rocked hard, once - then halted, confused signals from her psyche twisting the poor girl's head.

"What did I tell you about wearing bras when I come in?" Orchid asked. Her voice was cold as steel. She twisted the nipples a little further. "Well?"

"Not to wear them," Samantha said quickly.

Orchid shook her head. "Sam, I am so disappointed as you." She did not release the nipples, looking thoughtful. "I give you one simple instruction, and you can't do that." She shook her head, tsking at the girl. "So what are we going to do?"