Fabulas-Malas

[NOTE: This story is R-rated, with explicit sexual descriptions and topics that may not be for everyone. Enjoy!] Chapter 3: The Prize She came back into my office a few minutes after giving chase to that thief, seemingly unsuccessful. Her musculature was on full display now in a tight sleeveless top, her pumped up muscles exuded strength and power- I had known that Lillian was a star athlete but it seems that Jordan, in her body, had taken it to the next level. It was hard to keep my eyes off her arms. "No luck I take it? Damn, how could he do something like this- so disrespectful to all your hard work" I stated gruffly, this was already a paperwork nightmare and was on a trajectory to get much worse. "No matter" she said, resting her hand on the chair opposite me "He'll never get it to work. And besides..." she reached down into her gym bag and pulled out another shiny metal remote, this one gold colored, "I have a backup". "Oh, well, could that one have made the swap back?" I