Problem Solver Ch. 01: Penthouse Heist

She studied her targets. It was one of the keys to her success as the best clandestine problem solver in the world. Individuals and corporations hired her take care of problems in a discreet manner. She could have been a surgeon or a victoria secret model given her intellect and beauty. She is a classic beauty with light brown hair, hazel eyes, D cups that pushed up nicely against her tight white blouse. On the dark web, she was known as Asia 7, she picked that name because of her half-Asian background and the seven deadly sins. But she chose this field of work because of the excitement and being paid six-figures per job without needing to kill anyone was not bad either.
Currently, she was sitting at a cafe carefully observing a CEO of one of the hottest biotech startups - Vertex industries. His name was Paul Rhee. She noted that he had no wedding ring on, good-looking Asian-American, wore a crisp 3-piece suit, probably an Ivy league graduate like herself. He was sipping a cappuccino and reading a men's magazine, from her angle, she could see that he lingered on the pages with more leggy pin-ups. He paused to look up and ogle a tall blonde dog walker in jean cutoffs as she walked by.
"Got ya" Asia muttered to herself.
At home, she confirmed that the agreed upon 200 thousand dollars was wired to her off shore account through a series of intermediaries she had set up. Half before, half after. Always. She never met her clients, she only communicates through the dark web. She knew that her client was in close race competing to get their product to market before Vertex, but one piece of their technology was just not working. Her job was to steal the technology and delay Vertex getting to market first, a tall order. But that was why she was the problem solver. First, she had to visit a certain hacker.
Jimmy was your stereotypical hacker, late 30's but lived like he was a teenager in his parent's basement. She had a special arrangement with Jimmy. Though Jimmy could probably hack and steal any money he ever needed, some of his more carnal needs did not get met. He could only jerk off to pornhub so many times. Asia paid him with sexual favors for his expertise and discretion. And to be honest, she kind of had a soft spot for the pudgy bespeckled guy.
Asia gently knocked on the door of the undisclosed apartment door. A dog was barking in the distance. A door cam was focusing in on her and lingering at the top of her cleavage with her trench coat barely hiding her bosom. Asia adjusted her top pushing her breasts together to further deepen her cleavage and pouted at the camera. Buzz. The door opened and she stepped in. Empty cartons of chinese food lay strewn across the coffee table. Jimmy's six monitor setup with global feeds, data streams and dark web chats were strewn across his screens casting a glow across the large studio apartment. Jimmy got up from his chair and came to hug his favorite secret agent. He thought she worked for the CIA, but she did not confirm or deny that. She was independent and she liked keeping it that way.
"I did just as you requested, one cherry bomb" Jimmy mused as he dangled an inconspicous flash drive in the air.
"You sure it will work?" Asia said.
"I am offended. Has my stuff, ever NOT worked? Now do not mention Romania, I do the software. I am not responsible for bodily fluids damaging the hardware. That was you."
"Fine... Our usual deal?"
"Of course. But..." Jimmy was hopeful.
"No. You don't get to fuck me. My pussy is off limits to you. Your choice to take it or leave it," Asia said as she crossed her arms under her heaving breasts. Jimmy licked his lips and pondered it for all of a second.
"Okay, but no tricks. No making me blow my load under a minute."
"I make no guarantees about how long you can last, but you will definitely be satisfied," she beamed at him, with a sultry look that made blood rush to Jimmy's cock.
Soon enough Jimmy was fully reclined in his computer chair, naked, his 250 lbs suspended in the middle of his large studio. He had his VR headset on so he could see his session from any of seven angles. Asia put some lounge music on and started undoing the belt holding her trench coat together. She swayed to the music as she peeled it off her shoulders and let it drop pooling at her feet. "Little Jimmy" was stirring as he took in the sight through his lens. Asia was in a black lace lingerie set with garters, thigh highs and black pumps.
"Is this what you want big boy?" She whispered as she sauntered over to him cupping escort her breasts.
She grabbed some lube and lathered up her hands and started running her fingers all over his body. She pinched his nipples and slid her lingerie covered breasts over his shivering form. She playfully blew warm air across his quaking member, and let her hands wander south. She dragged her fingernails along his inner thigh, and she could see that he was rock hard. "Hmmm... I see you want this badly."
Leaning in, she teased his cock against her breasts and precum oozed freely. Gently she kneaded his balls eliciting moans and whimpers as she had yet to start pumping him. After a few minutes of this, she spread more lube over his penis and got a firm grip. She jacked him off slowly in his empty apartment, the sounds of the lube and her hands slapping against his balls. She slowly built up momentum bringing him closer to orgasm before backing off to let him calm down. She did this several times until he was sweating and begging to be given release. When she knew he was teetering right on the edge, she backed off and used her secret weapon. It was a compound of her own making. Having studied chemistry at Harvard, she had a talent for novel pharmaceuticals. She pulled a small pellet out of her bra, and removed its protective coating. She nicknamed it compound O.
With practiced ease, she slid a lubed-up compound O past his anus as she jerked him faster and faster. He barely registered the intrusion but suddenly his prostate felt super sensitive. Within a minute his cock got even harder, if that was possible, and he turned rigid riding a high wave about to crest. Then she hit him from both sides mashing on his prostate like a doorbell, curling her finger while she jacked him off. "Cum for me baby. Cum for Asia like a good boy. Blow your brains out."
And that was it. Like a geyser, he shot in the air as the wave crashed onto the rocks, dashing all senses. "Fuck. Omg, fuuuuuuck." And he suddenly went limp, his flaccid cock lay defeated on its side. His body was covered in cum and lube. Asia checked to make sure Jimmy was still breathing. A dumb look was plastered across his face. Just as she thought, out cold.
"Should last about 12 hrs and he will wake up with a hangover, and not remember the last 24 hrs, courtesy of compound O" she thought to herself. Compound O was a potent vasodilator and neuromodulator. It intensifies orgasms 20-fold and short-circuits all short-term memory. Jimmy was her lab rat for such sexual weapons she devised. He just never remembered what happened. She typed on his screen in giant letters.
"Nice working with you as always. -A"
She let herself out with Jimmy snoring in a giant puddle of cum the flash drive dangling around her neck.
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The doors to the penthouse floor glided open with a gentle chime as Asia, now a certain Ms. Jenny Carter, and disguised as a leggy blonde pharmaceutical management consultant. Her 6-inch Louboutin heels glided across the marble entrance to check in with Mr. Rhee's secretary. "Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Rhee at 7:30," she stated. The secretary, eyed her up and down in the most discrete manner possible. "Hmph, he is on a call, but will be right with you. You may have a seat."
Asia took her seat crossing her ankles, and smoothing out her micro mini-skirt that barely covered her butt. She had a blazer and a dark blouse with a necklace/USB drive hidden underneath. Based on her research and profiling, she took Mr. Rhee to be single in his late 30's. He was a leg man, and Jimmy had monitored his porn viewing for a week and discovered some latent BDSM tendencies. He used to smoke, but has since quit and has certain ticks when nervous. Asia's particular skill was to identify and exploit her target's weaknesses. That is what made her so good at her job. She also had an array of sexual weapons of her own invention hidden on her person.

She had learned that Mr. Rhee was quite paranoid and all data about their R