Kayla is working on her laptop at the office when she receives a message on her cellphone. She closes her laptop and goes to knock on her boss' door, to ask permission to leave early since she's not feeling well. Her boss is not too happy and she's being yelled at, but eventually he lets her go home. She's very shy and humble, and apologizes profusely. As she turns and leaves her demeanor changes immediately, and whispers in a menacing tone to herself "Old fucker is in for a rough surprise."
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Kayla arrives at home and goes to her wardrobe and takes out a mysterious backpack. She unzips it and lays out the contents on her bed: a catsuit, leather gloves, high heel boots, and a balaclava mask. She smiles "Well, looks like it's time for my night shift."
Turns out Kayla is no ordinary office worker, but an executrix for hire and her next target is her boss at work. Kayla takes off her office clothes and starts to change.
First she puts on her catsuit and latex belt, then her heeled boots. Next she puts on her leather gloves, stretching her fingers and forming fists. She punches one fist into her hand.
She picks up the balaclava mask on her bed, she smells it and caresses it with her face. She seems to take great pride in her profession as she says "Time to put my game face on." She unzips the front of her catsuit so she can carefully tuck the mask in, then zips it back up. Only her eyes are visible, now unrecognizable behind the mask. Kayla is fully clad in her catsuit. She takes a look at the extra item she has taken out of her backpack. "I doubt I will be needing this for that pathetic weakling, but in this line of work you can never be too careful." She tucks it into her belt, checks herself once over, and leaves to head to her boss' house.
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She arrives at her boss' home before he arrives from work. She checks the room, then hides behind a door to patiently wait.
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He finally arrives at home and heads straight for his room. He hears a voice behind him "Welcome home, honey!" As he turns he is kicked in the face. He slowly loses focus as he sees the masked intruder towering over him.
When he finally comes to, Kayla is seated in front of him, ready to welcome him back to reality. She mocks him, telling him how she knows all about him, how he treats people and how he deserves what he is going to get. He begs her to let him go, and pleads that he hasn't seen her face. Kayla sarcastically imitates him. "I beg you pleeasee, pleaaase, I'll do aaaanything, pleeease" She laughs in his face. "You sound fucking pathetic." He offers her money but she continues to mock him. "You know what, there might be ooone thing you can do for me, and if you do it well enough I might just let you go. I want you to lick these boots." She shows her boots up to his face. "I want you to lick my boots clean, spotless." She continues to tease him, then brings her boot up to his face. "Lick it. I want it all clean." She mocks him as he licks her boot, and she begins playing with her breast over her catsuit. She is clearly enjoying watching her boss humiliate himself. After the first boot, she demand she clean the other. "That's it, I want you to feel humiliated. I want you to feel like the people you and hurt every day. Keep going."
He finally cleans her boots to her satisfaction. "Well, that just leaves on more thing left to do..." Kayla slowly unzips the front of her catsuit but notices her boss is misunderstanding the situation. "Don't get the wrong idea, you worm. I'm not one of your sluts!" Once she unzips her catsuit, she slowly folds up her balaclava, leaving it on her head but now her face is fully exposed. Her boss has a clear view of her face. She laughs, knowing he could recognize her voice, but now that he has seen her face their deal is off. Her tone turns bitter. "It's me, Kayla, from work. The girl you treat like garbage. How does it feel knowing I control your fate?" He pathetically begs and pleads some more, but Kayla isn't having it. "Enough!! No more begging." Then calmly "But don't worry, I would be damned if the last thing you saw was my beautiful face..." She lowers her mask and zips her catsuit back up. "Consider this my official resignation." She leans forward and wraps her gloved hands around his throat. She whispers to him and thanks him for making her feel better as he slowly fades out. She stands up and leaves.
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Kayla grabs the backpack she stashed. She removes her mask and puts on a jacket to cover her catsuit. She calls the contact who ordered tonight's job. "Yes, he's been dealt with. The please was all mine." She laughs. The voice instructs her before she continues. "Understood. Heading there now. Bye." She hangs up the phone and takes her balaclava out again and handles it playfully. "Well, seems like you and I are going to have a long night ahead of us." She puts it back on and carefully zips up her catsuit, she puts the jacket back into the backpack. Kayla heads out the door with her backpack on but looks back one final time. "No rest for the wicked, huh?"
