Claudia's Interview

Claudia's Interview

Author's note

This is a stand alone story that can also be read as the 4th installment in the Claudia stories. Claudia is a recent college graduate working as a graphic artist for an advertising company. Mr. Franklin, a dashing entrepreneur and player in a mysterious underworld, purchases her contract for a few months. Sparks fly when they meet. Mr. Franklin pushes her dormant high sex drive to the limits and beyond. The previous three stories are Claudia is Overwhelmed (Part 1), Claudia Enters Mr. Franklin's World (Part 2), and Claudia Explores the Club (Part 3). They can all be found via my page.

Claudia's Interview

Claudia and Mr. Franklin exited the elevator and walked towards the open door of a small office. "Come in," a man in a business suit announced. "Will it be card or coin?" he asked, staring at them. While waiting for an answer, he grabbed items from the top drawer of the desk.

Mr. Franklin cleared his throat and pointed to the dark blue lipstick circle on Claudia's collarbone. "Damn it," the man behind the desk grumbled. Had he seen Claudia's circle, he would not have addressed both of them.

Angry at himself, the man in the suit pounded the desk with his fist while looking up towards the red light of the camera in the upper corner of the room. He shouted, "I am going to lose a point on that one. How the hell am I going to make up for that?"

The man in the suit then turned to Claudia and held out his hands. A nice red deck of cards was in his right hand and a silver dollar coin in his left hand.

Claudia promptly took the coin, put it in her pocket, and then drew the top card. The man turned to Mr. Franklin. They exchanged looks of sheer amazement. It was a bold move on Claudia's part to take the coin. Mr. Franklin proceeded by drawing the next card.

"Okay, guys," Claudia laughed. "I can guess that we are playing a game but now what?" she questioned as she gawked at both of them. They stood in silence. Eventually, Mr. Franklin looked at the clock on the wall.

Claudia took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Her thoughts went to shapes. She pondered the coin in her pocket and realized it was the same size as the lipstick circle on her collarbone. She looked at the ten of diamonds in her hand.

Thinking out loud, she giggled, "Interesting. I can't ask questions and right now you guys can't say anything." She took the coin out of her pocket, spun it on the table, and declared, "High card wins. I got a ten."

Mr. Franklin placed his card face up on the table. The camera in the ceiling corner followed his hand as he revealed his card to be the five of clubs.

The man proclaimed, "You win, Claudia. Do you want to be interviewed before or after Mr. Franklin?"

Claudia smirked as she grabbed the spinning coin. She replied, "Is that all I get? I get to sit down first. How lame. I'm keeping this coin."

The man reached into his desk, pulling out an envelope. He handed it to Claudia. He happily whistled,"You get this too, hot stuff." As he shook his head in amazement Mr. Franklin skipped out of the room.

Claudia peeked into the envelope. It was neatly folded closed but not sealed. She spied it to be full of crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. She bounced in her chair.

"Okay, Ms. Claudia," the man directed. "Put an arm on the table. I need to attach these pads and ask you a few questions."

"Are you going to give me another envelope?" Claudia countered teasingly. She looked him up and down. He was in his late 50s with broad shoulders, a thin waist, toned muscles, and a lean frame. She found him more attractive than most of the men she had met so far at this place.

He grabbed her right arm firmly, pulling Claudia towards the desk. He tried to attach a few small black pads but had difficulty. "What have you got on your arms?" he questioned.

"Cum and olive oil," Claudia mentioned, rolling her eyes. "Didn't you see what happened earlier?"

"No, I did not," the man stated. "I have duties."

"What is your name?" Claudia asked. He looked back at her with a blank stare. Claudia's mind clicked. She pulled out the coin from her pocket and put it over the dark blue lipstick circle. The man froze as if he had just seen a ghost. "What is your name?" she repeated.

"Sam Smith," he stammered. "My name is Sam Smith." The man looked like he was going to pass out. Claudia put the coin away. The man took a long, deep breath.

"Proceed, Sam," Claudia directed. She had no idea what this game was all about, but this reaction and the envelope in her lap had her intrigued.

Sam adjusted the digital meters that were attached by black wires to the five pads on Claudia's arm. Clearing his throat, he began to speak at a slower pace, "Question 1: Did you know Bowman, Jaxon, Trey, Klaus, Jerome, and Mr. Franklin before arriving here earlier?" Looking at his watch, he clarified, "Before last night?"

Claudia responded, "I only knew Mr. Franklin."

Sam noticed a slight movement on one of the sensors. The color went from green to yellow. "How long have you known Mr. Franklin?" Sam quizzed.

"Six months," Claudia responded. A different meter made a slight movement. Sam scratched his head and looked over some notes.

"How long have you been sleeping with Mr. Franklin?" Sam inquired.

"Since I arrived here," Claudia replied. The meters were not moving. Sam looked very puzzled. Claudia was about to speak when the man put his finger to his lips. He flashed Claudia a very serious look. Claudia nodded in agreement, putting her open hand over her mouth. The man's eyes lit up. Her hand was in the shape of a mask.

"Pandemic," Sam exclaimed. "Have you known Mr. Franklin remotely for the last six months?"

"Yes," Claudia said clearly as a tear formed and dropped from Sam's eye.

Sam was ecstatic. The meters were not moving. "Results finally. Real results. Fuck yeah," Sam exclaimed, slapping the table and staring into the camera.

Claudia giggled and slowly lifted her other hand. She whispered, "High five?"

Sam got serious again. He prodded, "Question 2: What devices were used downstairs?"

"Two vibrators and one dildo," Claudia responded. She thought, 'What an odd game. Silly then serious.'

"Question 3: How many times did you cum?" Sam asked with a hint of delight. He slowed his delivery of the word cum as he took time to gaze at Claudia's breasts bulging out of the sexy dark blue bra that matched her lipstick. He may have missed a lot of what happened downstairs, but in the present moment, he had the best and only seat for the show. Claudia, with her strong personality and off-the-chart beauty, was a show and half, he reckoned.

"Six...," Claudia answered as she replayed the scenes in her mind's eye. "Um, seven times." She looked at Sam. She found him charming on top of being attractive. In a sexy voice, she flattered him, whispering, "Too bad you weren't there. Could have been eight or nine times."

"You are something else," Sam remarked. "Wow, I really missed out." He looked at her with pure lust and in a blunt tone said, "If I was there. Ten times guaranteed. Seriously."

Claudia blushed and squirmed. Then she got a jolt of confidence and responded, saying, "Mental note -- expectations raised. I would hate to be disappointed." Licking her lips, she continued, "Exceed my expectations; the higher they were, the higher the reward."

Sam knew there was no mistake in assuming Claudia found him attractive. He upped the ante, declaring, "Given the opportunity, that wouldn't be a problem, and I would hold you to giving me that reward."

He looked at the clock. He only had a few minutes to finish up the interview. He thought back to the first question when the meters moved. 'Can I figure out why,' he wondered.

"Question 1: Revisit. You only knew Mr. Franklin before arriving here last night?" Sam interrogated. He focused more closely on the meters this time.

"Yes," Claudia replied. One of the meters moved slightly.

Sam flicked his index finger at the display. It stayed yellow.

"Have you seen any of the others before?" Sam asked in earnest. He was hoping he had phrased the question right.

"Actually, I could swear I had seen Klaus before," Claudia announced with determination as she envisioned Klaus with a goatee. She had designed so many European ad campaigns.

Sam turned his head from side to side. "Do you mean you have seen Klaus's image before?"

"Yes, his image," Claudia answered. She shared in his excitement over her answer. It was as if she finally had a partner in this puzzling game. Claudia sensed that Sam was particularly good at interviewing people, but he was not familiar with the lie detection equipment.

Sam jumped in the air and clapped his hands. He quickly removed the sensor pad from Claudia's arm as he yelled, "Sweetness. We are done. Send Mr. Franklin in."

Claudia took her envelope in hand and smiled at Sam as he bowed. She opened the door and walked out as Mr. Franklin walked in. She slapped him on his side with the envelope. "Guess I will wait for you here," she stated.

"I won't be long," Mr. Franklin observed. He was about to turn his head away when Claudia touched the dark blue circle on her collarbone. Mr. Franklin came to a stop. He looked at Claudia, his eyes widening. "Feel free to wander," he sang out.

Claudia mouthed, "Okay," and blew him a kiss. Mr. Franklin smiled and turned away.

"Mr. Franklin," Sam announced. "Well, well, well. You are the last interview. Roll up a sleeve."

Sam attached the pads. "Okay, Mr. Franklin. Team Captain," he uttered as he adjusted himself in the chair.

Mr. Franklin barked, "Claudia, six months, two vibrators, one dildo, and she came seven times." Mr. Franklin eased back in his chair and stared at Sam.

Sam licked the lead end of his pencil. Then, he reached into his desk and pulled out a clipboard. "One more question, Mr. Franklin," Sam urged.

"One more question?" Mr. Franklin quizzed. He was bummed. He knew it wasn't worth much, but if he was able to anticipate all the questions correctly, he would earn a few bonus points. This game was going to be close. His team would need all the points they could muster.

"Yes. Have you known Claudia remotely for six months?" Sam prodded with delight.

"Yes, I have," Mr. Franklin answered respectfully. He was impressed with Sam. The additional question was there because Sam had managed to sleuth out some unexpected information from Claudia. Sam was learning to pinpoint intelligence.

Sam looked at the meters. No movement. He continued, "Clarification background. What is Klaus's history with print and film media?"

Mr. Franklin thought for a minute. "Let me check my phone. Here it is. A few adult films in Berlin." Mr. Franklin got nervous. Questions about one of the players on his team might lead to some sort of advantage the other team could exploit.

Sam pulled open a drawer, grabbing a three-ring binder. He flipped through fifty pages or so. He declared, "Let me see if it is in here. Yes, it is. Good job." Sam grabbed a highlighter. "You get points for including the background information. However, I do have to highlight it in the book."

Mr. Franklin looked on as Sam feverishly started filling in squares on his clipboard. Sam was moving his pencil all over an elaborate scorecard. A grand tabulation was underway.

Claudia had gone back to the elevator when Mr. Franklin sat down with Sam. She looked over the buttons; they were numbered one through ten. There were also buttons labeled P, B1, B2, and A. She pondered their meanings. B1 was between the 9th and the 8th floor. The roof was on the 10th floor. P was for parking, she figured. The last four floors were the 1st, then P, then A, and finally B2.

She pressed A. She figured A was for the Arena. Nothing happened. Claudia saw key slots next to each button. She realized, 'This elevator is useless without a key.'

Suddenly, the elevator doors closed. Claudia felt herself lifted as she started to descend. The elevator stopped on the first floor. The doors opened, and two businessmen shuffled in. They did not notice her until she tried to dart between them.

"Watch yourself," the first businessman in a gray suit remarked.

"Not so fast," the second businessman remarked as he grabbed Claudia by the arm.

"This elevator was supposed to be empty," the first businessman uttered as he grabbed her other arm. Both men checked a series of lights that ran across the top sill of the elevator wall. The light next to the word "occupied" was not lit.

"Let me go," Claudia snapped at them. She attempted to free her arms, but the men smoothly pulled her further inside the elevator. As the three of them were now clear of the doors, one of the men pivoted on one leg and used the foot of his other leg to tap a button on the elevator's controls. The doors promptly shut.

"What do we have here?" the second businessman quizzed while the first businessman was now holding both her arms behind her back. Claudia was able to flail her feet around a bit, but the more she struggled, the more pain she felt. The man holding her arms lifted them higher.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Claudia shrieked. She stopped squirming as much and the man lowered her arms easing off on the pain she felt.

"We are going to figure out why you are here," the second businessman said as he held Claudia by the face. He looked her in the eyes and said, "No one is supposed to be cruising around this place unauthorized."

"You were headed for the entrance," the second businessman observed.

"What's the big deal? You guys are making a big mistake," Claudia announced.

"The mistake is on you," uttered the man behind her as he brought her wrists together. "Snap, snap, and click," was the sound she heard as the man was now putting her in handcuffs. Claudia made a move to elbow the man, but he was too quick.

He spun her around and pinned her against the wall of the elevator.

"Cool it," he calmly told her. Both men looked her up and down. "Let's take her down to B2," directed the man who had applied the handcuffs.

"Good," the other man responded. He put a key in the slot next to the B2 button. The elevator engaged and Claudia felt herself getting lighter again.

One of the men picked the envelope Claudia had been carrying up off the floor.

"Really, what the fuck are you doing?" Claudia managed to blurt out before one of the men pushed the envelope into her mouth.

Claudia was trying to yell, but one of the men held the envelope in her mouth. The ride was short. The men pushed Claudia out of the elevator and into pitch-black darkness.

Claudia wondered how there could be no light. Most office buildings had some kind of ambient lighting via sun tunnels, even in a basement.

One of the men pulled out a flashlight. Claudia could now see a very ornate wood-and-metal set of double doors.

"Do you have a key for that door?" one man asked the other.

"No. I do have one for the side door. Hold her here, and I will let you in," one of them answered. He turned on another flashlight and dashed around the corner. Claudia thought about trying to run if her eyes were able to adjust to the darkness. However, she quickly realized the man who was now holding her by the back of her pants had too much control. He had a firm grip and way more body mass. While one hand held her pants, he used his other hand to keep the envelope in place in her mouth.

The ornate doors swung open, revealing a massive room that appeared to take up the whole floor. They moved Claudia into a small room-sized area that was surrounded by red velvet curtains on three sides. There was a St. Andrew's cross inside this area. They spread her legs and fastened them to the cross. Then they took her handcuffs off and fastened her wrists to the top of the X. They removed the envelope from her mouth.

"You guys are fucking crazy," Claudia yelled as she tried to spit in their faces.

"Hmm," sounded one of the men as he wiped Claudia's spit off the leg of his pants.

"You guys are making a huge mistake. I am a guest of Mr. Franklin," Claudia blurted out.

"Well, guest or not, no one is supposed to be wandering around unaccompanied," the man explained.

The other man chimed in, "Unless, of course they are playing a game and testing out the security system."

"You know what Hanford? Let's search her and figure out if she is playing a game or if she is a thief," one of the men said.

"Or a spy," the other man quipped. "Clifford, let me search her."

"Look, guys, I am not a thief or a spy," Claudia pleaded. "I am playing a game. I work for Mr. Franklin. I just wandered off."

"Well, now we caught you," Clifford remarked as he looked her up and down. "You are in trouble. How much trouble? We are about to find out."

Hanford began to roughly go through her pants pockets. He pulled out the dollar coin and a couple of smart drives.

Clifford opened the envelope. "There is a lot of money in here," he asserted. "You want us to believe you are not a thief?"

"More like a spy," Hanford announced as he held up the two flash drives. "Time to check if any systems have been breached," Hanford stated. He pulled out his phone and grumbled, "No reception. I am going to have to go upstairs. Don't get started without me."

Clifford declared, "Okay, fine with me. She's pretty secure on this cross."

"Yeah, taking her down here was a great idea," Hanford explained proudly. "I hear there is a new piece of equipment down here somewhere. Supposed to be top-of-the-line with Swiss and Japanese gears."

"Nice, I will look for it," Clifford remarked stoically.

The two men left Claudia tied to the St. Andrew's cross. She struggled against the straps wrapped around her ankles and wrists, but she was bound very securely. 'How was she going to get out of this situation?' she wondered. Claudia thought they were security when they first stopped her. Now it was clear they had an agenda of their own.

Clifford returned five minutes later. He was pushing a cart. It looked like the sort of cart one would use for a projector, only it was about twice as long. "Oh, yes, I f-o-u-n-d it," Clifford's voice rang out as if he was singing a happy tune. Clifford flipped a switch, turning on a dim light. He left the cart just outside the red drapes as he approached Claudia.

"What is this place?" Claudia gasped. "And what's with all the red?" Everywhere Claudia looked, there was red: red drapes, red velvet floor, and a couple of red chairs.

"You are in the dungeon," Clifford answered. "Don't pretend you haven't been here before." Clifford eyed the zipper on Claudia's pants. The flap covering the zipper had folded open, revealing that the zipper went all the way from the top of the front of her pants to the top of the back.

"What are you doing?" Claudia called out as Clifford got behind her.

"How convenient," Clifford bellowed with lust. He grabbed the zipper handle at the top of her rear and pulled hard.

"Careful, you fucking asshole," Claudia yelled as he brought the zipper around to her front. "Ouch, you fucking dick. You are going to be in so much trouble."

"Really?" Clifford asked as he slapped her pussy with a riding crop. He continued in a confident tone, "When my man Hanford returns, we'll know if you are a thief, a spy, or a sexy vixen playing a game. Either way, part of our reward for catching you is we get to fuck you." Clifford pulled her pants off and turned on a wand vibrator.

"Hey, you can't do that. You are making a mistake. You better stop this," Claudia declared. She grimaced as she tried not to feel the powerful wand that Clifford was now holding against her clit.

"Can't move away, can you?" Clifford questioned with a dominant chuckle. His cock had become a full-on hard-on. The dim light revealed Claudia's stunning features properly for the first time.

"You are such a prick," Claudia exclaimed. "You really should wait for your friend to come back. Trust me. You are making a huge mistake."

"Time to warm you up," Clifford explained as he turned off the vibrator. Clifford walked away and pulled the cart past the drapes so it was in front of Claudia.

"What the hell is that?" Claudia asked. She saw a cart with a piece of red velvet covering a two-foot-by-four-object. A power cord dangled from under the piece of red velvet.

"This is the finest piece of Swiss and Japanese engineering ever assembled," Clifford declared proudly. He searched for and quickly found a circular piece of red velvet on the floor. "I knew there had to be an outlet around here somewhere." He lifted the flap, exposing 4 outlets in a circle. Grabbing the electrical cord, Clifford found the plug and inserted it into one of the empty outlets. He replaced the cover with ease, leading him to acknowledge this place was designed with great care down to the smallest detail.

Claudia protested further. She was feeling frustrated. Mr. Franklin had to be looking for her by now. Hanford was bound to run into somebody who would alert them as to the error of their ways. She was not a thief, a spy, or someone playing a sex game of hide 'n' seek until the big guys catch you.

Clifford flipped a few switches. "Relax, this thing is so well made you can barely hear it come on," he boasted as he pulled back the red velvet cloth. "It's a masterpiece."

Claudia's eyes fixed on the wild contraption in front of her. Gears, rubber belts, and a stainless steel piston were all twisting and twirling. Her eyes grew wide as Clifford stopped the machine and carefully attached a seven-inch dildo to the pistoning arm. Like a mad scientist, he pulled levers and made adjustments to the height of the device.

"I bet you're wondering how this is all going to work?" Clifford posed the question with delight. Before Claudia could answer, he moved handles on the St. Andrew's cross. Suddenly, Claudia's legs were shifted upwards. Her back was reclined slightly. She now had a perfect view of this machine. The dildo attached to the machine was now half an inch from her pussy.

He flipped a switch and the dildo was marched forward an inch. "I picked the thickest attachment I could find," Clifford said.

"It's not going to fit, you asshole," Claudia shouted as she spit in his face.

"Oh, it will," Clifford declared. He pushed a button on the cart, and the arm of the machine pulled the dildo back just enough for the large head of the silicone cock to pop out of her pussy. He pushed another button, and the dildo squirted a large gob of a clear, slimy substance.

"What the fuck was that?" Claudia demanded.

"Oh, you should feel it in a minute," Clifford responded.

Feel it she did. A very warm wave swept over Claudia's body. She felt tingly all over, and she felt a smooth burning sensation building. The room seemed like it was starting to spin. Clifford pressed another button, and the head of the dildo was now starting to press up against her heavenly mound again. This time it felt different. Was it the goo, her body, or the whole situation? Claudia wasn't sure the cause, but now she welcomed the sensation of the large silicone cock head stretching her pussy. She had a burning desire to feel the sting of its girth.

Clifford tapped a button and some more goo spurted out of the head of the dildo. "I am not a monster. This stuff is even stronger than the last," he proclaimed.

Claudia's perspective began to change. She was now gazing at her captor with lust in her eyes. He was a very strong and well-built man. Earlier, she tried to elbow him but he had moved away so effortlessly.

Clifford noticed her gaze and lifted up his shirt. "Look what you were struggling against," Clifford pointed out as he smiled at her. He proudly showed off his perfect six-pack abs.

Claudia struggled to speak. Something in the goo was having a strong effect on her. "I was trying to stop you," she managed to say in a choppy voice.

"You see that big head on the dildo?" Clifford asked.

"I do," Claudia said, biting her lip. Clifford pressed the dildo slightly forward.

Claudia was desperate with anticipation. She wanted to feel the sting of her pussy stretching.

"Let's see how this feels," Clifford said as he swatted her clit with the riding crop.

"Oweee," Claudia expressed in what was a yelp that turned into a moan. The sight of the crop made Claudia flinch, but when it struck, she felt an electric twitch of pleasure.

"Good," Clifford observed. "That was only a tap. Let's try that again." He slapped her pussy with moderate force this time. The riding crop made a popping sound as it hit her skin.

"Oh, fuck," Claudia cried out loudly. "Wow, oh wow." Claudia's mouth started to drool. Whatever was in the goo turned Claudia from being scared and afraid to hoping Clifford would go wild.

She didn't have to wait long. Clifford felt his erection increasing as he watched the wide dildo move forward. Claudia moaned deeply as the head was now fully inside her pussy. He pushed it in another inch.

Damn, the silicone cock filled her up. Claudia felt her muscles throbbing and swelling around the huge member. Clifford pulled out the wand and pressed it against Claudia's stretched pussy just above the dildo. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," Claudia moaned deeply.

Just then, Hanford returned. "I see you waited for me," he observed sternly.

Clifford pointed to his pants, indicating he had waited. "I was just helping her see it would be in her best interest to cooperate with us," he muttered as he waved the riding crop menacingly.

"Oh, wow. This feels so strong," Claudia uttered as her breathing had grown more rapid. A substance in the goo was accelerating a raw sexual desire within Claudia. The sight of another strong attractive man enhanced these sensations. She couldn't stop staring at the silicone cock.

The two men huddled near the back of the device. Hanford quickly explained to Clifford that a search was underway for the vixen they had captured. A sweep of the building was in progress. The situation was unique. If captured she was to be surrendered without delay. Standard protocols of engagement were in effect. They could delay checking in with security for another twenty minutes at the most.

Clifford quickly conveyed that the wonder machine beside them had been equipped with some experimental substances. He was not well-versed on all their potential effects. However, he knew she could now be convinced she was in trouble. The irony was they were the ones who soon might be in serious trouble. They turned to face her.

"So how much trouble am I in now?" Claudia whispered seductively.

"Rules are rules, whether you were aware of them or not," Hanford calmly stated. He started operating the controls of the device. He sent the dildo in all the way. Claudia moaned loudly at the shock of it.

"Oh, fuck," Claudia cried out. "That is so deep. I am so full."

Hanford set the dildo to throb mode. The men stepped closer to Claudia. They released her wrists as they took turns kissing her deeply. Once freed, her hands quickly roamed across the muscled chests of both men. She was in a feverish state of ecstasy.

The men pulled back slightly and unzipped their pants. Two erections swung freely in the air. Claudia grabbed each of their hard cocks, wrapping her fingers around their shafts near the head of their cocks. She started to moan deeply as she began to stroke them slowly.

Hanford set the machine to moderate thrust, and Claudia erupted instantly.

'You are making me cum," Claudia cried out. "I'm fucking cumming," she hollered as she started squirting cups full of clear liquid. She had squirted for the first time only hours before. Then it was a much smaller amount and a mild source of excitement. Now she loved the feeling of her body letting go. Hanford turned the thrust off while Claudia continued to shake from the powerful orgasm.

Catching her breath, Claudia spoke, "That feels so big inside me."

"Keep stroking," Clifford directed as he gave her pussy a pat with the riding crop. Claudia responded by taking turns going down on each of them. As she brought them each closer and closer to orgasm, Hanford turned the thrust back on. This time, he set the dial to high. Claudia erupted into another orgasm while stroking Hanford and Clifford to completion. It was a scene worthy of a crossfire porno compilation. Two large seven-inch cocks exploding at once, shooting cum across Claudia's face. Ropes of cum hit her chin, cheeks, and eager tongue in waves. Claudia couldn't stop cumming as Clifford operated the wonder machine to slowly remove the dildo. The thick silicone cock glistened with Claudia's juices as it emerged.

Claudia was exhausted and in a daze as they quickly unfastened her ankles from the St. Andrew's cross. She managed to help them reattach her pants and then zip them up all the way.

Hanford looked at his watch. They were running very low on time. He cleared his throat and spoke, "Take her up to the roof. Say you just found her up there."

"How do we get up there without having it logged onto the system?" Clifford asked.

Hanford motioned Clifford to follow him as he walked a short distance from Claudia. He explained his plan, "Look, take the secret elevator in the back corner. It goes right up to the roof. Put a blindfold on her. I can hack into the system to alter the elevator data. I'll make it look like she got in the elevator and then you called it to the roof. You were taking in the view when she darted out.

"What?," Clifford questioned as he was thinking of the mental hurdles he would have to jump over if heavily questioned.

"Just bank on security being pleased you found her," Hanford commanded. "Make sure she knows it is in her interest to play along. I am going to clean up down here."

"Got it," Clifford responded. He gave Hanford a fist bump and then proceeded to put a blindfold on Claudia.

"What is going on now?" Claudia asked. The substances that entered her bloodstream via the goo the machine spurted on her pussy, were still having a strong effect on Claudia. "Am I still in trouble?"

"Just follow my instructions carefully," Clifford answered. "If you do, I will give you back everything we just took off you. He put her envelope, coin, and two flash drives in her hands. He held her hands open. "Do we have a deal?" he asked firmly.

Though her state was altered, Claudia was still well aware the flash drives were essential to her career. They contained all of her latest work. She had copies of everything but many of the designs contained information that could not be leaked to competitors before the ads went public. It took a lot of witty effort to win that envelope. She was glad to have it back.

"Okay, deal," Claudia answered. "Can we lose the blindfold?"

"No. The less you see, the less you have to hide," Clifford explained.

They made a dash for the elevator in the back of the dungeon. It was behind several false walls. Soon they were up on the roof.

Clifford listened carefully before opening the small door of the secret elevator. Claudia felt herself being pushed up and then rolled across wood and then stone. Clifford lifted her up and removed the blindfold.

"How the hell did we get up here?" Claudia asked. She looked around and couldn't see anything that looked like an opening. The main elevator was clear on the opposite side of the roof. She saw several benches that lined the sides of a square cement raised plant bed. The sides of the raised bed were at least ten feet in length.

"Never mind that," Clifford answered. "You rode the elevator up here by accident. I wasn't looking and only noticed you after you darted away. I caught you hiding in the bamboo."

"You gave me my stuff back," Claudia offered.

"Yeah, we did, but don't forget wandering around this place is a serious problem," Clifford explained. "You have no clue. A serious problem for you and this Mr. Franklin you say you work for."

Claudia nodded her head. She was beginning to feel herself again. She knew Clifford and Hanford had likely overstepped their authority, but she didn't want to risk getting in more trouble. She would take his advice until she had time to figure out the mysteries of this place.