As their time together went by, Steph began to regret getting Max to be her partner for this mission more and more.
Stephanie Williams, known to all of her friends as Steph, decided to take this job for the cash. What she didn't realize was the fact that the mission required her to have a partner, and one that she didn't get to choose at that. Normally she would've been just a little peeved, but her partner was just the worst!
"Come on, Steph!" called Max, Steph's current partner, "No one'll know!" Max was by no means a particularly ugly person, with deep blue eyes, light brown hair, and fairly muscular build. However, the most tame word that Steph could use to describe this man was "jerk". We will not delve further into Steph's choice vocabulary.
Anyways, Max was currently pestering Steph about, you guessed it, having sex in an abandoned factory. "Come on, please?" Max whined, "It'll be quick, I promise!" Steph had had enough. "No, no, no, no, and for the last time, NO!" Steph shouted angrily, "I am not some TOOL for a horndog to get his rocks off too!" "But it's a healthy activity!" Max countered, "Think of it as a team building exercise!"
"Ugh!" Steph groaned, storming off towards their assigned section of the factory. Steph was actually sorta used to this kind of treatment from men. You see, Steph had the body type that a lot of men lusted after, you know, the tallish big-titted slim-waist curvy-legs type body. When men approached her in a flirtatious way, it usually only took a few flicks of her sharp tongue to drive them away, but in this situation, she couldn't just drive the man away. She was contractually obligated to work with Mark or Mick or whatever his name was, Max.
Steph stopped in front of what seemed to be a staircase in front of a room labelled "Bakery". "Looks like this is our stop," Max commented, "Now do you wanna-" "Shut! Up!" Steph growled, kneading her temples irritably, "I need to think!"
After a few moments of silence, Steph turned to Max and said, "Since this mission is only a reconnaissance mission, how about you go check out what's on upstairs and I'll stay down here and search this room right here?" Max shrugged but nodded. "I'll do anything as long as I end up with you on the other end," Max swore, giving his partner a little wink on the way past.
Steph rolled her eyes and walked into her door, slamming it shut behind herself. The room Steph entered was pretty barren, actually. The walls seemed to be made of a gleaming stainless steel as well as the floor and everything else. In fact... Steph glanced behind herself and sighed. It turns out that even the room's door was flush with the wall. "Who designed this place?" Steph grumbled.
"Hey Max!" Steph shouted, "I'm sorta stuck in here! Is there a switch up there or something?" Max was currently standing in front of what looked like a large control panel with a ton different colored buttons. "Uh... maybe?" Max called back. "What do you mean 'maybe'?" Steph asked incredulously, "Is there or is there not an exit button?" "There's alot of buttons up here!" Max protested. "None of them are labelled; they're just colored!" "Then just press one!" Steph snapped. "Fine!" Max shouted, slamming an arm down on the console.
The room began to shake and rumble. Suddenly, mechanical claws erupted from the wall, tearing at Steph's clothes and holding her in place. "What the-!" Steph began to say before a tube was shoved into her mouth, effectively gagging her. "Did it work?" Max asked. "Mmmmm!" Steph mumbled. Of course, Max didn't hear a thing, inadvertently dooming Steph to her fate as the machine began to start up.