Bethany Taylor was pissed.
What was supposed to be a simple baby-sitting job for a new research facility was turning into a
lethal nightmare. She hated these kinds of jobs. Any research area that needed protecting was
always worth destroying. Bethany would much rather be on the destroying end. Whoever had done this
job had been clever. Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises, had placed this research facility
on top of a remote mountain that they owned in the Rockies. The only way up was by a heavily
guarded cable lift and the only way down was by a couple of thousand feet of jagged rock. Somehow,
the intruders managed to get up here, reprogram the generators to self-destruct and were now making
their escape. The first Bethany knew of the successful raid was when the self-destruct countdown
began. "Damn, damn, damn," she said as she headed towards the crisis center. Defending a laboratory
was never easy but then, that's why they paid industrial agents like Bethany the large paychecks.
The blonde thought wistfully of the Vargas paintings she had planned to by with this paycheck and
wondered if the redheads would look good in her living room. She stormed into the central computer
area and confronted the two eggheads inside. Professors Quentin and Terrance Keller looked up at
her in unison. They were sixty-year-old twins, and they were geniuses, but when they looked at her
with those identical leers, Bethany just wanted to smack each of them. Dirty old men shouldn't
gather in pairs. Bethany sighed. She hadn't made it easy for them to cooperate today. She had just
taken a shower when the alarm went off. The busty blonde was wearing a white towel wrapped in an
impromptu toga. Her cleavage was threatening to spill out at any moment. Bethany did have the
foresight to bring her beloved Griffonwing. A gun with nasty stopping power beats pants any day as
a fashion accessory. "What happened here?" Bethany demanded. "We're doomed!" Quentin answered.
"Someone reprogrammed the KILLER 3000 and now it's going to send the generators into overload! We
only have ten minutes before everything explodes! We're doomed!" Bethany frowned and moved a wet
lock of hair out of her face. "What about the manual override?" she asked. "I thought since the
Paris incident, Diligent Enterprises installed a manual override to all self destruct sequences."
Terrance was the calmer twin, which meant he was twitching only slightly less than Quentin. "Yes,
but whoever reprogrammed the KILLER 3000 also reprogrammed the sentry lasers guarding the manual
override. Here, take a look." Terrance pointed towards the glass door that led into the manual
override. Bethany looked, and saw four smoking bodies. The wall- mounted lasers were still firing,
eradicating the bodies to dust. "I take it they no longer recognize face scans?" she asked. "It's
worse!" Quentin cried. "They've reprogrammed the face scan on the lasers to just shoot anything
that isn't the same color blue that the room is painted in. We're doomed!" Bethany bit her lip. It
looked like placing her Vargas paintings may have been a bit premature. She knew she needed to come
up with a solution but her mind kept wondering. The mountain cable car was a smoking wreck and the
top of this mountain was ready to explode. How did the intruders escape? ~~~ Amy Valentine was in a
damn good mood. Her employers, Paragon Industries had asked her to destroy a research lab belonging
to their rivals, Diligent Enterprises. It was an impossible job. The lab was on a mountain and the
KILLER 3000 defense program managed the entire facility. Only three programmers in the world could
hack that system, and one of those people were with her right now. Better yet, Barry was kind of
cute. The agent was directly above Barry, so that she could supervise his climb. They were dangling
thousands of feet in the air over a sheer cliff face. You weren't supposed to climb down such a
treacherous mountain, which is why Diligent Enterprises didn't bother to guard it. Amy laughed to
herself. That was exactly why she had chosen this path as their escape route. Impossible was just
an opinion, not a fact. Barry looked up at her, his pale blond face a picture of terror. Amy smiled
back at him and positioned her ass towards him. His terror faded was replaced with a wolfish grin.
Amy's ass had that effect on people, especially with these gray pants she had bought. The zippers
that crossed over her legs were an unusual design but they allowed her to squeeze her lovely thighs
and ass in an almost intimate manner. The programmer had taken a lot of convincing to come up here.
He had never mountain climbed before. He had never been shot at before. Heck, from what Amy saw, he
had never had to wear leather before either. The geek was an insecure stud, but he had pulled
through with flying colors. He reprogrammed that facility in such a manner that not even that slut
Bethany Taylor could save the place. Amy sighed with a warm feeling spreading through her. Usually
breaking into a mountain research lab and sabotaging it was a difficult job and that's why they
paid industrial agents like Amy the big money but this time, it was almost easy. She thought of the
Spanish manor she was going to buy with this mission's paycheck "Amy!" Barry screamed in panic. "I
can't do it! I can't do it! I'm going to die!" Oh well, some jobs don't get hard till they're
nearly over. ~~~ "We're doomed!" Quentin repeated. "We're doomed! We're doomed! We're doomed!
We're-What?" Bethany's Griffonwing was in his face and Bethany's towel had slipped enough to expose
one wet nipple. Quentin didn't know which of these two distractions was more important. "Quentin,
if you say you are doomed one more time, I may agree with you," Bethany threatened. "Understand?"
Quentin nodded. "Terrance, is there any way to neutralize the lasers?" Bethany demanded. "Of course
not!" Terrance screamed. Spittle flew from wrinkled lips. "They have their own power systems, which
are guarded by other lasers. Armor casings protect each laser, not even the lasers could punch
through their own armor. Don't even think of racing in there, the lasers would chop you up before
you even reached the override switch! We're all doomed!" Bethany slapped Terrance, shocking him out
of his scream. "Thanks, I needed that," Terrance said. Bethany nodded, and then slapped Quentin.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Quentin demanded. "That was for not letting me know my towel was
slipping," Bethany answered. The real reason was that it just felt good. "So the lasers kill
everything that isn't the same blue as the room, right?" Bethany demanded. "We just came online
this week. If I know one thing about my company, it's that we haven't bothered to clean up yet."
"What are you suggesting?" Quentin asked cautiously. "I'm suggesting we look in the supply crib,"
Bethany said. "We're going to need all the paint we can find." ~~~ Amy slid down to Barry,
double-checking his rope to make sure he was secure and not going to drop anytime soon. The poor
man was trembling, and not even Amy shaking his shoulder could get him to open his eyes. "It's all
right Barry, you're doing great!" Amy encouraged. "We're just climbing down, that's the easiest
part. Just think of it as a controlled fall." Barry moaned in terror. "Damn," Amy cursed. She had
seen this kind of climbing terror before. Amy remembered one time in the Himalayas when she lost
three men to this terror. It was an adrenaline overload. The tension of climbing was so great; some
people would rather die than have to deal with the tension of almost falling. Amy knew she could
continue climbing and leave Barry here, but the idea made her uncomfortable. It was a strange
feeling of guilt. She knew that the only thing she had done in this mission was get Barry here; he
had done the real job of reprogramming. A sense of personal honor kept Amy from abandoning the
person who had earned her paycheck.

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 "Hey, Barry, remember what I said I would give you if you came
up here?" Amy asked. Barry nodded. "A date," he answered. Good, he was still communicating. Amy
shook her head. "Nope, I didn't promise a date," she said. She leaned on closer and hooked his
pants with her fingers. "I said I would fuck you." Barry opened his eyes as she unzipped his pants.
"Are you crazy?" Barry demanded "Relax, the ropes are secured to your chest harness," Amy
responded. "You could be butt naked and have zero chance of falling." She loosened his pants and
pulled them down to his knees. His underwear was a surprise, it was red cotton and it contained an
immense bulge. "Why Barry, red is one of my favorite colors," Amy teased. "It is?" Barry asked.
There was hope in his voice. "Oh yes," Amy answered. Her hands went down to her pants. She opened
two zippers placed on her thighs. Barry was amazed to see Amy lift the material covering her crotch
like it was a loincloth. Inside, her sex was waiting. Her lips were bare, but she had a tiny tuft
of brown hair sitting in a triangle above her clitoris. "I love these pants," Amy said again. ~~~
"These two cans are all of the blue paint left over from when they built the room," Terrance told
Bethany. His eye was on the countdown counter, and it didn't look good. "Good, two cans should be
enough," Bethany said as she dropped the towel. "Pick your jaws off the floor and start painting!"
"Paint what?" Quentin asked dumbly. "Good God!" he thought. "Her tits are even bigger without a
bra!" "Me, dumbass!" Bethany snapped. "Our only hope is to make me blue. Grab a paintbrush and get
to work!" "But, the paint might be lethal," Terrance said. "It could be poisonous." Bethany rolled
her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had to argue these two men into painting her nude body.
What was the world coming to when a busty blonde had these kinds of problems? "Listen" Bethany
explained slowly. "The paint may be poisonous. I may die from the paint, but in a few minutes, I
KNOW I will die from the lab exploding. See how the paint seems like a fair risk?" Terrance and
Quentin nodded. "Good boys," Bethany said. "Now grab a brush and paint." The twins obeyed and
Bethany watched as they dipped their brushes. Bethany shivered as the cold paint was applied to her
legs. The brushes were harsh and the paint was cold, but the blonde tried not to complain. Time was
ticking by and she needed to get covered from head to toe as fast as possible. "Wipe that grin off
your face," Bethany snarled, but the twins ignored her. They just couldn't believe their luck.
After working with the blonde beauty for a week, they finally were able to see her naked. Not just
naked, but they got to cover her tanned body in paint! The twins moaned as they brushed blue paint
onto her legs, her ass, her belly, and of course, those beautiful huge breasts. "Could you life
them up please?" Terrance bravely asked as his brush reached her tits. "We don't want you to jump
and get cut by a laser because of your jiggling." Bethany glared at him but she agreed. She pinched
her nipples and pulled up. Quentin babbled and groaned while Terrance faithfully painted the
underside of her tits. They did her underarms next, which was a new experience in humiliation.
Quentin asked her to spread her buttocks so he could paint all of her ass. Bethany smiled to
herself as she imagined that it would take an hour to paint Amy's fat ass. These little thoughts
comforted her as Terrance kept repainting her nipples until they matched. Bethany wondered if any
Vargas painting could be worth this. ~~~ Amy wrapped her legs around Barry's dangling body. She
guided his cock into her, groaning as he filled her. Her ankles locked under his buttocks and Amy
settled her weight onto his manhood. She sighed as her body was suspended on his impaling cock. The
frightened programmer screamed as he felt Amy's weight tug on his ropes. His scream was cut off by
Amy's mouth. The fearless brunette devoured his mouth, her tongue wrestling him into submission.
The wind blew and Barry wasn't afraid when their bodies swayed in the ropes because the wind was
wrapping her long brown hair around his face and the hair was as soft as silk. Locked in a
passionate kiss, Barry forgot he was thousands of feet in the air and actually moved his hips to
fuck Amy. Amy groaned and her thighs tightened, pulling him deeper. Barry wasn't doing anything
with his hands except cling to his rope and that wasn't good enough for Amy. She pried his hands
off the ropes and placed them on her ass. When Barry's hands came in contact with Amy's firm
buttocks, nature took over. He sunk his fingers into her round curves and squeezed. The ropes
creaked as their two bodies fucked. Back and forth they swung over certain death. They didn't care.
Barry just wanted to fuck, and Amy just wanted to be fucked. It was hard for Barry to thrust
without a ground to stand on but Amy didn't have that problem. She had his hips to wrap her thighs
around, and her powerful legs could do the work for both of them. In the grip of Amy's vise like
legs, Barry's climax was inevitable. "Fuck!" Barry groaned as his cock erupted. Amy smiled,
swiveling her hips to milk every drop from his cock. She leaned in close to lick his ear. "Still
afraid?" Amy asked. "No," Barry gasped. "Good, then you will able to descend safely?" she asked.
"Yes," Barry gasped again. "Good, because when we get down on the ground, we can fuck again," she
told him. The fear was gone from his eyes. ~~~ Bethany was blue. She had applied the last of the
paint to her face; she didn't trust the twins to handle her nose and eyes. Those two idiots had
spent far too much time painting the lips of her sex. Her hair was a bigger problem, but in the
end, Bethany just dunked her head into the paint can. Now her beautiful blonde hair was spiky, but
it was also blue. "Wish me luck," she told the twins. They just smiled. Now that they had touched
her nipples, even with just paint, they didn't care f they lived or died. Bethany entered the
manual override room and the lasers swiveled to scan her. She saw the red dots of their scanners
travel her nude body, looking for a reason to shoot. When the lasers traveled up her neck, she had
a sudden inspiration. She realized she couldn't color the whites of her blue eyes. Bethany raised
her hand to cover her eyes. She couldn't tell if the lasers were scanning her face or not so she
just left her hand there. Now she was perplexed. She was blind, cold and blue. "One minute till
detonation," a soulless voice announced over the intercom. "Fuck it," Bethany said; repeating the
battle cry of the desperate. Bethany ran forward, her blue sexy body racing towards the manual
override. The lasers continued their scan, patrolling every corner of the room. She was breathless
as she ran, but she didn't dare open her lips. Her breasts did jiggle, and Bethany made a mental
note to let Terrance sneak a peek some time. Bethany reached the manual override and yanked down
hard on the switch. There was a pause as all of the lasers froze in their movements. She waited,
conscious of how her ass was freezing from the paint. "You did it!" Terrance announced. "We're not
doomed after all!" Quentin confirmed. It looked Bethany could redecorate her living room in
redheads after all. ~~~ Amy and Barry reached the bottom. There escape car was ready and Barry was
clutching the ground in gratitude. The brunette intended to keep her promise to fuck him again, but
she knew something was missing. She checked her watch. "Shouldn't it have exploded by now?" Amy
asked. Barry looked up from the dirt. "They must have stopped the countdown." Amy shrugged. "No
Spanish Manor this paycheck," she said. "But there are other things to keep me occupied.

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