Alba Zevon, plucky reporter for the Haven Herald, the prominent daily newspaper in Falcon Haven City, finally obtains the secret documents she needs in order to expose the big city crime boss Benny Bergamot and put the nefarious villain where he belongs - behind b*rs!

Having met up with Bergamot's own personal accountant, Carlton Forceps, Alba strikes a deal with the nervous bookkeeper, who just so happens to want out on his bosses' criminal activities.

In return for full access to Bergamot's personal transactions, Alba gives Forceps a one-way ticket to Brazil plus a slice of the action...

But Forceps is very nervous and suggests they meet in secret at the Haven Hotel. Alba agrees but l*ttle does the ravishing reporter realise, she is being set up!!!

The devilish Bergamot owns several businesses in the city INCLUDING the very hotel where the meet is due to take place...

Poor Alba didn't do her research and check the hotel out first - for if she had done so then she might not have been so easily caught out by the crime kingpin's heavies - using a key borrowed from the hotel manager to gain access to the reporter's room and sneak up on the bold beauty.

Tapping away at her laptop, crafting the scoop of the century that will send Bergamot up the river whilst cementing her position as the cities' top crime reporter, Alba is sadly all-too-unaware of the thugs entering her room and tiptoeing their way up behind her.

Suddenly becoming aware of their presence, it is too l*ttle too late for the plucky heroine who is put out for the count while her would-be captors begin to bind her tightly.

Slowly coming back around, Alba is horrified to discover she has been hogtied right on the desk where moments ago she was writing her big time exclusive. Gone are the heavies but so too has her laptop...

Trying to struggle the best that she can, the gorgeous gumshoe teeters on top of the desk, staring out helplessly as she realises that if she moves too much she risks falling off the edge... oh horror of horrors!!!

The ropes tied around her wrists and ankles pull tight as she tries to move, her futile struggles only serving to make her bonds get tighter still. Her cleave gag pulls between her lips, muffling her moans and groans as she continues to bravely fight the cruel confines of the b*ndage.

Rolling over onto her side, Alba looks over towards the mirror on the back wall, her eyes growing wide like saucers as she sees herself in this unbelievable situation.

Her bl*ck high heels squeak as they rub together and her bl*ck skirt rides up as Alba continues to gamely try to get free. The buttons on her white shirt strain to contain her pert breasts that poke out into the skin tight fabric.

Alba moans as she can feel tight ropes pinching her body, squeezing into her thighs which by now are really quite sore. Resting her head on the window sill, the helpless heroine glares around the room... can this really be happening?

Sadly for Alba, the answer is yes. But thankfully she will soon be set free but not in the way the blonde beauty will appreciate... for the diabolical Bergamot has contacted every newspaper and media outlet in the city and informed them (anonymously of course) of Alba's plight.

In just a few hours time, every reporter in the city will be beating down that hotel room door and Alba's helpless face will be plastered on every front page in no time at all. The daring reporter has gone from writing the headlines to actually creating them!!!

Perhaps Alba won't miss that deadline after all???

Alba Zevon: The Missed Deadline