The guard gasped against the sensitivity that encased him, flesh rolling against his throbbing length as he spilled out into her mouth, each second he was throbbing in time with the bating of his heart. His fingers closed against her breast, her nipple felt against his palm as his hand closed around it.

His head cocked back towards the ceiling, a groan spilling from his lips as he heard the continued wet sounds of her fingers moving through her wet gash. He could hear her moans envelop him, the press of her lips, the vibrations that washed over him had all been stimulating, louder groans exiting his mouth now though his hips surged forward though this time weakly as they had been held back with the storm of sensativity that ran over him now.

"Oh God ... yeah, like that ..."

At first, Pia just laid there, her hands on her wet sex. She could taste the salty semen on her tongue. Part of her felt good about having an uncomplicated fuck. Other parts of her began to worry, though. Why was she doing this? Why was she not more concerned about Shokushu. Besides, what kind of girl was she? Fucking some random dude just like that? Her usual panic was subdued though, mellowed by post orgasmic chill.
Still, she needed to think.. How long had she been here? Was the cameraman properly distracted.
And if this was taped.. The police would certainly connect the dots. They would be looking for a blonde, 2o year old. And the guard would probably be fired too. She had to act.

"Uhhh..", she said, pointing at the camera. "Are.. are we in trouble?"

With a groan the guard drew out of her mouth with an audible pop. He registered the concern on her face as she pointed out the camera as he tucked himself back into his pants. He looked at the camera briefly as if forgetting that it was there in the heat of the moment while he then looked back.

"Uhm ... yeah ... we might have had an audience but not to worry there's nothing important back here other than the lost and found and thus no reason to record off of this camera. Budget cuts and all anyways, just an added expense that the owner would seek to cut out if he was doing so in the first place.

"Only the important cameras monitor stuff in the museum ..." he thought briefly for a moment. "I believe the door camera is a dummy camera too I'll have to ask Rick about it. If it isn't then they'll wonder why you were here for so long if they bother to look back at the tapes but since it entails that someone isn't productive during that time the boss never does it."

"oh.. no tapes.. that is good.. I don't usually do things like.."
Acting is easier when you are feeling what you are acting out.. and Pia did not have to pretend to have reddening cheeks, nor did she fake the relief in her voice.
She was a shy woman after all, and with the task seemingly done, she suddenly felt rather self concious. But strangely, behind the blush was a weird feeling. A bit of triumph.. some sort of exhibitionist rush from knowing she had been watched. Was she really some sort of exhibitionist behind her withdrawn manner.
Maybe porn star is my true vocation?
The thought seemed absurd.

Giving the cock a small stroke, she glanced down at her watch. How much time had gone?

Looking at her watch Pia had been relieved to see that nearly 10 minutes had ticked away since she had first come into this place, the whole matter occuring in a longer stretch of time then she had initially thought.

The guard groaned at that little stroke then stuffing himself back into his pants he lent her a hand to assist her up. He was unable to help himself in assisting her with her clothing, obviously getting another feel of her breasts against his hands as he did so.

He then placed a lone finger to her lips to silence her from speaking, his eyes locked with her own. "There's no need ... I rather enjoyed that it's been sometime."

The guard confessed to her, he was gazing into her eyes as he spoke. a hand rubbing against a cheek as he spoke. It seemed as if he wanted to say something further but didn't or couldn't find the appropriate words so chose to say mothing.

Pia felt a bit paralysed. What would she do now? The goal had been to just get in so far, then to distract the guards. Then it was sex, but what no?

She had to get out somehow, that was obvious. The simplest way would just be to say goodbye and leave. But doubt riddled her. One thing that concerned her was the reaction of the guard. Was he.. feeling something for her? That would be bad. It would be better if she was just a quick entertainment on an otherwise boring evening.
Another thing was.. just how much trouble was they going to be in? The guards. If her entrance and exit was unnoticed, and the two guards were smart, they would not mention anything. Maybe that would be enough to keep them out of trouble. But what if the other squealed? Then she would be part of making them both loose their job, most likely. Having sex on the job while the place was robbed would do that.

She made a lousy criminal, thinking like that.

There was another thing to take into account to, was any of this real or just a way for Aegir to distract her while she remained back on Shokushu. Of course things felt real, which made matters tougher to deal with since this was in effect reality, a reality that changed as she interacted with it in the normal sense as she would influence others.

Truth be told she had no idea what was happening with Slarr and the others. Had her attackers been driven off yet or where they still playing with her unconscious body. How much time slipped by in the real world? Here it seemed to be 10 minutes but perceptions had a habit of being skewered in dreams where months could pass in a blink of an eye. Was this similar? There were many variables, Aegir using a similar power on her and Komiko sometime back to make them believe they were in ancient Rome, of course there were differences there as there were some differences between this reality and the actual time period since Aegir had so many minds to draw upon sometimes he selected the wrong bit of knowledge to go with something. He was usually accurate, but tended to go with the popular beliefs of the numerous minds he had scanned. Sometimes he pulled things from the victims head if that had been more believable to them or they had an interesting experience or outlook on something, something that sparked his interests.

But as it stood the mission had been accomplished. She distracted the guards for longer then the agreed upon 5 minutes, at least she hoped she successfully distracted the other guard. Well, he wasn't gay at least, the camera had panned in there direction, but you where never sure just what to expect given the unknowns in place here.

The guard retrieved her case as she straightened out her attire handing it over to her. "Where did you say you worked again? In the city?" He asked as he turned over the case to her.

Pia stood up, steaightening her clothes. She rather liked the style, the cut of the skirt. It huged her hips in a way that she thought made her seem more feminine and ladylike. Her underwear.. Not as practical as modern one, but she rather liked it. Suspeders and stickings with Shokushu school uniform.. Not a good idea though.
Her shoes was a good pointer this was not real. Pumps, in accordance with the period, whatever period that was. Pia had problems with heels, especially narrow ones like this. Yet she had walked like she was used to it. One small thing, but a reminder that this was not.. OK. Pia was not sure what this was or wasn't. BUt it was not everyday reality, that much was sure.

"Uh.. No. I travel.. I am assisting my boss on his travels. So I am just staying in a hotel. Hence my distress at leaving my suitcase. We leave first thing tomorrow."

She glanced around for the suitcase, in order to retrieve it.

"How ... unfortunate. Moving around alot." The sound of disappoint had been in his tone but he said nothing else about his thoughts at the time as he escorted her to the museum doors. "Traveling around all the time must get to be exhausting at times but well worth the experience.

"With the economy the way it is it'd like to travel a bit, perhaps back up to Canada. I went there on vacation a few years back and found it quite nice and relaxing. Of course, the money isn't there now for such necessities unless your name happens to be Rockerfeller or you have an unusual set of circumstances like yours."

He unlocked the door again and Pia could swear that she could glimpse a shadowy form round the corner of the building. She was unable to see it clearly from her vantage point being inside and just caught the hint of movement. The guard seemed oblivious to it, too busy looking at her as he spoke.

"Well I'm here most nights if you ever come by this way ..." his voice trailed off, he glanced away to look outside but saw nothing amiss, his face practically scrunched up against the glass as he glanced one way then the other. He saw nothing unusual and soon opened up the door for her.

Pia was not good with goodbyes at the best of times. This one was even more awkward. The rush of sexual excitement was cooling down. Now other things were nagging her. What had she done? She had been a bad girl, a very bad girl, and she did not know how to feel about that.

Then there was her mission.Had the heist gone well? Was this all for naught. Was it better if it was? And what about her real life. This.. whatever this was.. felt so real. Was it just an illusion, or was it perhaps some strange sort of alternative reality? Strange things had become commonplace, sometimes she felt she had no clue what was possible or not. But she felt that in order to understand it, she had to press forward.

Pia felt a deep sympathy for the guard. He seemed like a nice guy, dealing with hard times. She knew the feeling, sort off, although her predicament, being trapped on a island of monsters were a bit different than economic depression.

She smiled. "I.. I can't promise anything.. But maybe.. If I am here again, I'll come looking for you."

She gave him a quick hug. It was kind of awkward, and the fact that they just had had raw, unmotivated sex did not help that.
"My name is.. Marie. Goodbye!"

And then she hurried down the stairs, briefly turned and gave him a shy smile, then headed down the street. Because she was bad at goodbyes, and this was the best she could do.

"Marie, then I look forward to it." He returned her hug with one of his own, then as an after thought provided his own name as Spencer before she had departed. The feelings that she was having currently would no doubt be felt by the telepath if he had bothered to monitor them at all.

Though heading towards the corner where she had seen the movement she got there only to see a figure around the corner standing beside a car.

There was another, larger figure in the car behind the steering wheel though he was presently sitting there just waiting it seemed. The figure outside of the car looked in her direction then gestured her closer. After a few more steps she would recognize the figure as Johnny.

He opened up the rear passenger side door as she approached.

"Any difficulties on your end?" He asked, then without asking he supplied that there had been nothing to worry about on his end. Greg meanwhile waited for her and Johnny it seemed to get into the car.

No difficulties.. that was good, wasn't it?

"Glad to hear it.", Pia replied, managing a smile. "No problem for me.. all went OK."
Pia did not want to linger at that. She was not sure if Johnny expected her to use her womanly wiles, such as they were, or if he would feel jealous. She had no idea what kind of relationship they had. Were supposed to be having, she guessed was correct, as she strictly speaking had not met him until recently. Were they supposedly friends? Lovers? Professional acquaintances? Relatives?

Anyway, she did not want to go into detail. Well, it seemed I was about to blow it, but then we screwed like rabbits on the floor, until I begged him to fill my mouth with his seed, all while his buddy was watching through the camera. Nope. The shorter answer would do.

Pia stepped into the car, glad the dim light would probably hide the slowly fading redness of her cheeks.

What form of relationship did they have? It was a good question and Johnny simply nodded at her response. He slid into the car beside her, patted her leg as if he understood and they were off, Greg pulling away from the museum as Johnny expalined that the twins would meet up with them at their rendez-vous point.

Greg kept his eyes focused on the road ahead while the two chatted away in the back seat. "So, what are you planning on doing with your share? Mexico sounds good this time of year not that the economy up here is doing much better."

But before she could answer she heard Greg, his voice deep, "Change of plans."

Ahead, outside a run down looking building were a few old fashioned police cruisers, lights flashing on them, Mack being assisted into the back of one of them before the door was slammed shut.

"- how'd they know so quickly?" Greg asked, but there was no answer coming out of Johnny's lips. Instead Johnny just shook his head. "Plan B. It looks like the twins were nabbed, keep driving to the back up house, I was afraid something like this might happen ... the camera guy should have been out longer than a few minutes, it doesn't make sense that the police would beat us here."

Johnny thought, but kept his thoughts to himself as they passed by the cruiser with Mack in it. They could also see his brother Jack in the backseat as well and a few officers on the street mulling about the place and talking to one another as they checked the exterior of the building for clues.

"On second thought, keep driving Greg, we don't want to run the risk of them placing road blocks up."

Greg nodded, his pace leisurely as to not draw suspicion to them as he went.

Ice cold fear gripped Pia's hearth. What could have gone wrong? It was probably her fault. SHe had trusted that her little show had distracted both guards, but how could dhe be sure.
Silly, silly silly girl! Stupid girl!

If the cameraman had turned away from the show for just a split second, and just happened to spot the twins.. or if she had been too slow, and they had already been seen. Or too quick.. Somehow, she had trusted fate to help her. She should have learned not to be stupid by now. She had done a half done job, and now the twins were going to suffer. So would all of them.

"H-how much trouble are we in.. if the twins squeal?", she asked.

She tried to think. Somehow, there must be a way to fix things, to salvage this. But how.. Panic kept her from thinking straight, but there was one possibility. It was a long shot.

"I..uh.."
A long shot indeed. She was not even sure it worked that way here. But still.. Even if it failed, it would beat what she experienced back home.

"Okay. I got one idea about how to fix this. Please don't ask me how, but I do have an idea. It is risky, but only to me."

Pia had screwed up, it was her responsibility to fix things. Pia believed in responsibility. But would she help, or just mess things up even more.

"The other house would be out ... the twins know of it and if they talk then that could be one headache to deal with," Johnny answered. "Hence the new plan after some consideration. But once we cross the border we'll be safe, the Mexican government won't extadite us and we can fence the diamond there. I know a few people down there and once we get the money we can use there share to lawyer them up pretty good or bribe jurors but for that we need to get out of the country, the sooner the better before they start screening cars for us. Greg, how long before we cross the border?"

Greg consider for a moment. "Hour, hour and a half."

"Enough time to radio ahead and alert them at the border so we'll have to stop somewhere to disguise ourselves, best to split up too, they'd be looking for three people, not one."

Greg nodded silently as he adjusted the rear view mirror. Johnny looked at her then, flashing a small smile at her in a somewhat relaxed way. He patted her near leg again. "A plan? What is it?" He asked, curious about matters as he regarded her cooly.