Chapter 203 - Infiltration
That evening, Kyle found that all his stuff in the trailer had already been taken to the Mansion. Looks like Samantha wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.
"Here," Sam said, handing a backpack to Kyle, "Your, er, toiletries."
"Thanks," Kyle said, flinging it over one shoulder, "You'll be fine?"
Sam shrugged, sat on the bed and grinned while wriggling his eyebrows, "I have the whole place to myself now. Ah, such bliss. You're the one who's got to handle the man-eating cougar."
Kyle coughed at that, "True. My chastity's at stake here."
Sam snorted, whipping out his phone and started texting. This was the first time that he'd be separated from Betty since they got together and he was missing her like crazy. Luckily, Betty was the extremely talkative type so it appeased him to see so many texts from her.
The moment Kyle saw the goofy smile on Sam's face, he rolled his eyes and walked out. During the day, Sam was efficient. During the night, Sam was hopeless. At least, staying at the mansion meant he didn't need to see that all the time.
As he walked towards the mansion, all the guards around merely looked at him going by without doing a thing.
Still, this mission had an entirely different element to it altogether. If it was pure fighting, he'd be much more confident but this time ...
Still, he had to hone the skill sooner or later anyway.*
He had always been learning and putting what he learned into practice, except this particular skill. Perhaps starting off at 14 was a bit young but you utilise what you have, right? He had to get it down pat now before he became older anyway.
Of course, he hoped he would never need to cross the line.
Just as he reached the front door, it flung open and a butler was standing there stiffly. He looked at Kyle without any expression and politely said, "Master Kyle, this way, please. Young Mistress is waiting for you."
'Well, lah-dee-dah' thought Kyle to himself. Such rigid formality. Back home, the Smith's Home did have lots of help around the house but they were much more relaxed about it. They were polite, but there was no 'Master' this or 'Mistress' that.
Kyle was led to the dining room and the long table was only set for two people. Upon seeing Kyle enter, she smiled and said, "That will be all, Henry."
Henry clicked his heels together, bowed and signaled the maids there before going out.
"Such fanciness," Kyle commented as Samantha came over.
"What? All this?" she asked, indicating the lavishly decorated dining room with its chandeliers, gold trimmings, antique furniture, and glittering lights.
"Wouldn't your own house be the same?" she asked curiously, taking his arm and squishing her ample melons on it.
Kyle shook his head, ignoring the softness at his arm as he shook his head, "No. My parents are of the minimalist type. As am I. Just because we can afford it, doesn't mean we'll actually do it."
Samantha blinked her eyes rapidly at that, seemingly shocked, "If you have it, why not flaunt it? What's the point of having all of that money if you don't spend it?"
Kyle smiled, making her heart go all flutter inside, "If you have it, why flaunt it? Isn't it enough that you know you can if you wanted to? The opinion of others doesn't matter. I'll buy the best of what I want but I wouldn't buy something just because it's the best."
Samantha couldn't quite wrap her mind around it, "Let's eat first then I'll show you the house. Maybe you'll change your opinion."
"What? Are you saying your entire house is this decadent? I don't believe it," Kyle said, looking extremely surprised and shocked.
Samantha gave a smug smile and replied, "Of course it is. We only want what's the best."
"We'll see," Kyle said, shrugging.
"Humph," Samantha said, stomping her foot a bit and causing her assets to jingle, "I'll show you."
And show him she did. She brought him around to the entire house, feeling all smug and happy to see how such simple decorations could awe him. He'd go around, touching things, his face full of wonder and questions.
Samantha patiently explained everything, showing him that the place wasn't just beautiful but it had all the best security measures as well. She was extremely proud showing it off to him, for he really looked impressed.
"Doesn't your house have such security details?" Samantha asked curiously.
Kyle shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket, silently playing with the bugs he had inside. Upon entering each room, he would make a study of the entire place and decide the best place to put the bugs. It did not use visuals but instead, sonic waves like how bats used to determine location.
Similar to how Daredevil moves.**
It was something new that had been developed and was best to be used here as he couldn't place them in the best positions for visuals. Using the sonic waves, they would get a good idea of everything anyway.
He also released some electronic flies that would give some visuals if needed but the quality of the video from the said bugs weren't good. It was sufficient, however, to be able to make out the people in order to recognise them. So the fly bugs were to spy on the people while the sonic bugs were to spy on the movements.
[All the bugs have been set in the main areas. Will place the rest later tonight when everyone's asleep]
[Got it] replied Kay.
[I'll be coming back once a week to go through the reports and intel, though not sure what day it'll be]
[So long as you give us 24-hour notice, it'll be fine]
[Sure, not a problem. Gotta go. Samantha's on the move]
"Come on, Kyle. I'll show you your room now," Samantha said excitedly, grabbing his hand.
Kyle let her lead him on. At least she wasn't squishing her boobs on him or 'accidentally' brushing against his crotch. There was one time she actually tried to crop a feel, but he managed to evade her grasp.
Perhaps she's starting to warm up or getting the idea of her true worth. Perhaps she's just pretending for now so that she could 'attack' him later. After all, she was bringing him to his bedroom ...
Samantha eagerly pulled Kyle along. She had spent quite some time thinking of the best thing to put in Kyle's room. His room was right next to hers, and there was a connecting door that was hidden behind the closet.
Rather, in the closet.
This was one of her secrets and the way she would sneak in guys into her room whenever her father was around. He basically left her to her own devices but he didn't tolerate such open show of sleeping around when he's present.
Samantha scoffed at her father's double standards. HE could bring his mistresses around so why couldn't she do the same? Still, she never openly showed her rebellion.
Bringing Kyle in, she waved her hands around and said, "Ta-dah! Like it?"
Kyle kept a very straight face as he walked in and surveyed the whole room.
A huge king-size canopy bed was in the middle of the room, the dark curtains tied to its corners. A desk with the latest computer and a 49" LED monitor and a gaming chair. A window-display cabinet that had various types of snacks in it, a fridge that had both soft drinks and some alcoholic beverages.
As he went to the bedside table to put his backpack, his eyes took note of a pile of boxes of condoms on it.
"Is this a bedroom or a hotel room?" Kyle said with a laugh, ignoring the boxes of condoms and dumped his backpack right on top of it.
Samantha's eyes narrowed at that and she sashayed over to him, asking with a smile, "I thought of all the things you might like, so I had them put it in. Your clothes are already unpacked and in the closet."
Kyle nodded, saying with sincerity, "Thank you. It really does look like you've put a lot of effort in this. I really do appreciate it."
"So, my reward?" she grinned as she came closer.
"What? You want another massage?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No," she replied, putting her hands on his chest then pushed him back.
She has also hooked her leg behind his, so she essentially tripped him as she pushed him down. Kyle wasn't expecting that, so he fell back onto the bed behind him.
Samantha quickly climbed on top of him and sat on his hard abs, trailing her finger from his face down to his chest, "I want more than just a massage."
Kyle sighed, putting his hands on her shoulders as he got up into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck so that he couldn't put her down.
"Samantha," Kyle said gently, "I told you that I'm not into casual sex."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked suddenly.
Kyle frowned, and answered, "No. Why?"
"So you're still a virgin," she said with a smile, positing herself on his lap so that her core would rub against his crotch.
"Yes, what about it?" Kyle asked, his face not changing despite the fact that he was feeling that his body was starting to respond a bit. He simply focused on her face rather than what she was doing to Kyle Jr to wake him up.
Mind over matter.
"So you want your first time to be with someone you love, is it?" she asked, pressing her soft, ample chest onto his body as she continuously rubbed herself on him.
"Doesn't everyone?" he asked back.
"Trust me," she said softly, bringing her lips to his ears, "It's highly overrated. There's nothing wrong in just indulging in your baser instinct."
With that, she licked his ear, running it along the tip and bit his earlobe.
She trailed kissed down his neck, loving the taste and the smell that Kyle exuded. It was indescribable and it sang to her inner beast. There was a muskiness and a hint of something that she couldn't tell.
All she knew as she took a deep breath as she sniffed him, she wanted more.