第5章 Petal Story: Work Hard Play Hard（1/2）

In the middle of the night, S scaled the wall ledge outside the top floor, passing under windows, towards where the Petals\u0027 dorm rooms are. Intel told her all the Petals sleep inside new rooms set up in the bank building, a luxury as she and her team always had to commute when changing shifts.

\"Keep moving. Go past this one, second room has one tango, sleeping like a log.\"

S had her teammate K set up a sniping position across the street, only for observation and distraction if all goes according to her plan. After all, she wants the Petals dealt with quietly, without any trace that they ever existed when she is done. No bullet holes should be left inside the building, so she didn\u0027t even bring a gun, just a radio earpiece, a fishing wire and some morphine syringes.

\"Thanks, babe!\"

S was already under the sleeping Petal\u0027s room as she speaks. She propped herself up, then unlocked the window from outside using the fishing wire. She knows this entire bank like the back of her palm, her security company having worked here for years. Neither the management nor Bai Bi paid them any respect when they laid them off, so now she\u0027s coming back to teach them a lesson in a way they can remember.

The dorm room she saw is nothing luscious or salacious, just like a dorm room in any high school or college. It used to be an office. One bunk bed on a side, a closet and desk on the other, a shower room next to the door. The Petal K saw in her scope lies sleeping on the bottom bunk.

This is the first time S ever saw a Petal this close. They didn\u0027t arrive in town after her team was out, and there haven\u0027t been many chances to go near and observe when they are here. However, there are still many ways for S to get the information she needed. Some of them are intelligence for sale on the black market, others are porn movies made by companies owned by Bai Bi. The Petals are so beautiful and energetic in these movies, S felt bad for the ones here to have came into the wrong town. It\u0027s also these movies that gave her the idea of infiltrating dressing like a Petal, as she also has Chinese ancestry.

The Petal has untied her hair before going to bed and the blanket is drawn to her shoulders, so it\u0027s hard to tell which one of the guards is her. They all have plastic surgery to look like each other, S remembers, and there are some rumors that some of them are cloned. It doesn\u0027t matter, she will sort through their documents when her team comes to clean up the bodies. Right now, the Petal can be any innocent college girl from China, but the weapons locker in the room gave her out.

S took her shoes off, grabbed the pillow from the upper bunk then quietly moved on top of the Petal in bed. It\u0027s a slow way to kill, but she doesn\u0027t want to risk waking the Petal up when putting the fishing wire around her neck or finding a place to insert the syringe. Once her entire body is over the younger girl\u0027s, she pressed the pillow down.

At first the Petal didn\u0027t resist very hard, not making any noise either. S wonders if she is used to playing with other Petals like this or having lesbian fun. Soon, the girl started to struggle with very difficult breath. S moves her left arm away from the pillow and applied all the force she can spare to the Petal\u0027s throat, while crossing their legs together. She enjoys this struggle so far, it\u0027s the closest she can get to having crazy sex with a Petal, which she wanted to experience so much ever since watching the Petal movies. Some day in the future, with a fake identity, she and her boyfriend D will hire a Petal for one day and nobody dies, but not this time.

S pressed her own face onto the top of the pillow and moved her hands into the blanket. Being taller than her target, it\u0027s easy for her to go far enough to tickle her really hard in the good place. Soon, tickling became fingering. The panting coming under the pillow was intense.

The slender body under her would be so irresistible, but now all its resistance is futile. The seductive power the Petal has only made S feel a stronger urge to finish killing her, appreciation of her beauty would come after death. To S, the night was meant to be a surgical and cold blooded revenge on company enemies disrespecting the turf rules, but this abuse and violation on the Petal feels so good to her. It\u0027s a type of obsessive love that can not be interrupted by the Petal\u0027s death.

S still has her mind clear enough to sense when did the girl had a spasm and stop moving. She pulled back, sitting on the Petal\u0027s waist but still keeping the pillow on her face. Her fingers rubbed over the Petal\u0027s neck to check for a pulse, then moved off satisfied when she found none. S threw the pillow off, took out her micro flashlight and held up the girl\u0027s face to have a close look. The target indeed had the standard look of a Petal.

\"There you go, you are the first to pay for coming to my town.\"

S whispers to the dead Petal and kissed her on the mouth, then pulled the blanket to a side. The Petal was wearing a plain looking set of tight fitting pajamas. Sweaty and messy, a little wet from the fingering. It made her more innocent looking, but S feels no guilt, only excitement in conquering a new kind of enemy. Bai Bi always claimed the Petals are legally aged. She is worried about another thing.

\"You don\u0027t look my size...\"

S pulled the blanket back and started checking the closet. Nothing the dead girl or her soon to be dead roommate had in the closet fits, either too short or too tight. Maybe another closet will do.

\"Time for plan B, which room should I check next?\"

She called K over the radio half naked. The dead Petal in bed just released her bladder, the smell making S grin in amusement how weak and mortal the Petals are.

\"The one to your left has one that could be your size... Don\u0027t do that!\"

\"Come on, babe, you know you want to see me.\"

S kept undressing, no need to carry her own street clothing around when she will switch into a Petal uniform soon.

\"Shit, she\u0027s coming back... No she\u0027s going to the toilet. Across your room, don\u0027t come out,\"

S blew a kiss into the radio earpiece. Now all she was wearing is the radio, a roll of fishing wire on her left wrist and a pouch of morphine syringes on her right thigh. She carefully listened for the Petal to pass her room and enter the toilet, then patiently waited for the flush.

She quietly opened and stepped over to the bathroom door, a gentle pull and she\u0027s in. It was easy to see the pair of cute legs wearing Petal uniform shoes and stocking behind one of the stalls. Before the Petal can come out, S pulled it back and charged in.

The Petal was completely shocked by the naked young woman in front of her, but S grabbed her by the neck before she can react. S knocked her back onto the toilet with a knee strike, and stabbed a syringe onto her thigh at the same time. The fast acting concentrated morphine can guarantee a clean death and fast unconsciousness in very short time, making it the right tool for taking over unsoiled clothing. The coincidence that this Petal decided to relieve herself saved S the worry, so S decided to give her this present of comfortable demise as gratitude.

S kept pressure on the girl\u0027s neck until her cannot keep her head straight. She sat her down on the toilet then undid the collar. This Petal had the same face as the one in the bunk bed, an two hair buns on short hair, not as complex as the ones in the movies have. S can pass for her from a reasonable distance close enough to strike out and kill.

Just one pull and the minidress came off, revealing youthful perky breasts bound by a strapless nubra and plain white panties. Not all Petals wear panties even when they were suppose to be at work. S whistled quietly.

\"So conservative.\"

She stripped the Petal\u0027s wristbands, stockings and shoes but kept her modesty intact. S didn\u0027t want to share underwear beside the stockings, and she\u0027s naughty enough to go commando under the revealing minidress. When she finished dressing up and started to undo the Petal\u0027s hair buns, the girl already died from the morphine injection. A relaxed, dreamy smile was on her unresponsive face.

\"Don\u0027t say I didn\u0027t watch out for you.\"

She picked the almost naked corpse up and spanked her lightly. The smooth skin was still warm, it feels even more fleshy than all the touching on the first girl. S sighed.

She dropped the girl onto the same bunk in the dorm room and covered them up. If the bodies are discovered, this can buy her some extra time or humiliate the living Petals some more.

The next target was the camera monitor room one floor downstairs, afterwards she would have free reign on the entire bank building. Bai Bi was using Petals for everything they run here. S couldn\u0027t understand what ensured the Petals\u0027 loyalty, maybe the rumor about them being clones is real.

She met no one on the way to the security room. She was a little dissappointed for not having a chance to test the effectiveness of her disguise. Inside there was still only one Petal with a ponytail, sitting still in front of many security camera screens, noticing S as she came in. S was glad that she avoided all cameras when coming in and killing the first two.

The Petal did not immediately turn around, this gave S the chance to jump on her and wrap arms around her neck. A little lifting up, a fast pull to the left, a muffled cough as hee windpipe was broken along with the spine, and the Petal was down with a textbook neck snap. An unconscious spasm was all the response she had for S. She became dead weight in S\u0027 arms immediately, her legs losing control to keep supporting her torso.

S knelt down and allowed the dead girl to fall backwards with her chair, but still holding her by the neck to slow her down, like she was caring about not to make the Petal hurt from the fall. She was not completely uncaring, one reason being how good this Petal looked. The curves under this minidress were making her thirsty. She wanted to unwrap this ripe fruit and bury her face in the soft, smooth flesh right now, but her fight has not finished.

The cameras showed four remaining Petals, one in the conference room on this floor and three on lower floors. The one in the conference room had just received a call from some man in a suit. S shut down the outgoing Internet and telephone connections from the building. The surveillance videos would be collected later.

\"Check the lift for me, I\u0027m dealing with this one first. You have permission to shoot of they want to leave.\"

\"Got it. Don\u0027t worry, I won\u0027t leave any blood where it matters.\"

The dead Petal in the chair still kept her legs crossed to the left, same side her broken neck was facing. Her arms were half spread on either side, like she was waiting for a hug. S leaned down and gave her one, kissing her on the cheek. The girl\u0027s face in death was calm but pitiful, eyes closed, mouth half open in a sad smile, like she was admitting defeat and asking forgiveness.

S pulled the corpse back up together with the chair and pushed it closer to the desk. She snapped the girl\u0027s neck back into place. This would not bring her back to life, but it would confuse anyone checking on her for a little longer. The dead Petal would stay on her station leaning on her desk, as if asleep.

S pushed the conference room\u0027s door open with no sound. The Petal who would be the team boss was still sitting at the table, looking at her laptop that had just been disconnected. Quietly, S walked around the table to approach her from the back. She wanted to use the fishing wire this time, which is now hiding under the standard Petal wristband. Without the boss, the rest of the team should be easy to exterminate one by one.

The Petal suddenly stood up, checking S out from top to bottom as S did the same to her. She was tall, just as young but more muscular, a single long braid tied into an elegant top knot with a hair bun, not wearing any stockings like the others. There was a sword strapped on her waist.

\"They told me about you coming, said I should have a combat field test.\"

She said in perfect english as she drew the sword. S cursed her boss in her mind, she should have expected something going wrong when they gave her the green light to attack. A combat field test for the Petal is the same for her. It didn\u0027t exactly mean she was abandoned by the company, but they wanted some extra challenges.

The Petal was very fast with her sword in the tightly packed conference room. The first strike at S already grazed her shoulder, it did not scratch her skin but tore through the minidress.

S dodged the next strike and pulled out the fishing wire on her left wrist. It was made with very tough carbon fiber material, and could be used to deflect or tangle the sword if she ran out of room.

\"Do you know which one of you I took this dress from?\"

\"I don\u0027t care unless it\u0027s the new one.\"

S was surprised that not all Petals share some kind of sisterly bond. However, this was interesting information.

\"The new one?\"

A slash at S\u0027 waist made a new cut on the dress. S felt soon she would be fighting naked in another few cuts.

\"The company wanted a special new girl to fight you. However, I will be the one taking you down and getting the promotion!\"

The Petal\u0027s sword came straight at her chest. S bound it with the fishing wire between her fists, and pulled it to her left side. She guided the sword to stick into the dirt in a large decorative flowerpot behind her, and tripped the Petal over as she kept coming.

S released the wire\u0027s handle from her right hand and jumped onto the conference table, then went across it to where the Petal\u0027s computer sat. The Petal fought hard to pull the sword out of the flowerpot, but it stuck too deep. She turned back, climbed onto the table, and readied herself in a pose for hand to hand fighting.

The Petal\u0027s underwear was visible to S from where she stood. Black. She whistled in approval, but the Petal did not understand what she meant.

S jumped onto the conference table again, matched the Petal\u0027s pose, then leaped forward with both her legs aimed at the Petal\u0027s stomach. Her opponent saw it coming immediately, turned her torso out of the way and smiled. She saw that S was trying to break her Chi armor.

Then, the Petal fell onto her back, a very hard landing on the table. The remaining Petals were too further downstairs, or they must have heard the crash. The fishing wire caught her neck when S made the leap and she turned to her left. She clawed at the wire as she was pulled back, in extreme terror.

S landed on the floor and knelt down, kept pulling the Petal towards her but wrapped the wire tightly around the girl\u0027s neck a few times more. This would stop the blood flow to the Petal\u0027s brain fast, and give S more time to deal with the rest of the team if they also knew she was coming.

S stood up pulling the Petal\u0027s upper body up with her, back to back tight. The girl kept scratching at S\u0027 torn dress, but her nails were not sharp enough to hurt much. The scratching and kicking on the table were louder than the Petal\u0027s desperate choked breathing. S pitied her more than the previous ones because she felt the most alive to her, a fighter, a thinking person, not just a small target on a long list. Even the way this Petal dies felt the most alive.

S felt the scratching stop and the struggle became weaker but the kicking went on, so she turned around to look back. The Petal had started touching herself laying on the table, right hand under the lower edge of her dress and left hand into her cleavage window. One of her high heels was kicked off.

\"Shhh. Easy there, girl.\"

S pulled the fishing wire tighter. She wanted to be more merciful to the Petal but she also felt jealous for not being able to join. A shudder soon came from behind her, then a smaller shudder some long seconds later, telling her it was okay to stop pulling.

The Petal had a steaming hot fit body, S knew that, but the cute corpse now quietly lying on the table was hot to the touch. The body temperature felt like she was having a high fever. S wondered if it could be a Chi armor thing, because she noticed that the thin fishing wire did not break the fragile skin on the Petal\u0027s neck at all. It was easy to tell that the girl was a confirmed kill, as there were no heartbeat or pulse anymore. She died with her eyes open and tongue out, the color of her face and her body no longer match each other. To S, she still looked beautiful.

S stripped herself down again as she enjoyed the view of her trophy. The minidress she took from the Petal in the toilet was in pieces and could not disguise her anymore. The one worn by the Petal team boss on the table was wet everywhere from drooling, sweating and orgasm.

\"K, do you see any isolated tango?\"

She called into her radio with one hand patting the dead girl down. She did not expect anything, it was just for fun.