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Sarah vs. the Vow

By: smrtguy85



Well that was longer than I expected. Sorry for the delay everybody. I'll give more of an explanation as to why at the end, but for now, I'll just shut up.

This story is a little different in that it takes place at three different times, so it covers multiple episodes. Part One takes place during "Chuck vs. the Anniversary", Part Two is after "Chuck vs. the Cubic Z" and the third part takes place after "Chuck vs. the Push Mix".

This chapter might be a little confusing given that there are three different characters all with the same name, but I hope I made it simple to follow and understand.

As always it stars Yvonne Strahovski as the titular Sarah. Guest starring as Greta's #1, #2, and #3 are Olivia Munn, Stacy Keibler, and Summer Glau, respectively.

Now with all that jibber-jabber out of the way, let's get down to business.

... (to defeat the huns)

I hope you enjoy.

Hi, I'm Sarah. Here are a few things that have happened since the last time we met:

1) Chuck and I finally confessed our love for each other and have begun dating;

2) Our leader, Daniel Shaw, turned rouge and tried to kill me and take down the CIA when it was revealed that the CIA used me to kill his wife years ago. I was saved by Chuck and Shaw was arrested, but not before blowing up the Buy More

3) The Buy More was rebuilt, but is now merely for the fully operational base it truly is. It is now run by General Beckman and is fully stocked with weapons and agents.

*****

"Oh fuck yes!" the involuntary exclamation escaped from the writhing blonde's mouth, echoing off of the cramped metal walls surrounding her and the bland, identical tiles of the room.

Sarah slapped her hand back over her mouth, trying to silence anymore of the gasps and moans streaming from her lips. The absolute last thing she wanted was for her cries of pleasure to draw some curious ear to investigate.

But just because her hand was blocking her mouth didn't stop her voice from crying out. Spit was starting to cover the palm of her hand now. The pleasure coursing through her body was more intense than she had anticipated.

While one hand was failing to stifle her passionate cries, the other held a firm grip on the black tresses attached to the head buried between her legs, encouraging the creation of more cries. Sarah was forcing her more than willing partner to remain where they were and to finish what they started. Even as her secret lover shot her a triumphant glare that told her what lips occupied with Sarah's pussy were unable to, that there was nothing that would stop them from drinking down Sarah's cum, Sarah refused to remove her grip.

Sarah needed this force. She needed to pretend. She needed the façade that this was necessary. She needed her lover to concentrate on nothing but eating her out, because if Sarah relented, if she removed her hand and allowed her lover to do whatever they wanted, Sarah knew what would happen.

She knew she would hear playful taunts about how naughty she was being. How, while her faithful loving boyfriend was outside, going about his life thinking everything was nice and normal, she was in here in this public bathroom with another person's head between her legs.

She didn't want to hear those cruel, vicious taunts coming from lips shining with her juices.

She didn't want to hear them because they would be right.

And because, a small, shameful part of her wanted to hear it.

So instead, Sarah kept her lover's head firmly between her legs, only allowing small reprieves for air, before shoving those talented lips right back where they belonged: on Sarah's soaking pussy, sucking up her juices.

When her lover wrapped her lips around her clit and delivered some playful slaps of her tongue to the bundle of nerves, Sarah's hand wasn't nearly enough to keep in her cries.

"OH FUCK!!! Fuck yeah, Greta! Right there! Don't stop, I'm so fucking close!" Sarah demanded, as her body bucked, causing her large breasts, so hastily yanked from her bra that the cups had been merely yanked down, to bounce enticingly on her chest.

So much so that if Greta's mouth wasn't so happily occupied she might have pulled away for a few seconds to pay those tits some attention they deserved.

But tits can wait. What can't is her tongue and her desire to drink down the cum of Sarah Walker. She had been imagining something like this would happen for days and she wasn't going to waste her time. She didn't care that they were in a Buy More bathroom where literally anyone could come in. All she cared about was how delicious Sarah's pussy was as her juice flowed down her throat.

If she had a hand free she might have reached up to play with the jiggling flesh and pinch one of those hard pink nipples, but alas she only had two and they were far too busy.

While her left hand held Sarah's leg ups, preventing the blonde beauty from wrapping her legs around her and completely suffocating her in an orgasmic fit, her right hand was enjoying the tight confines of Sarah's ass.

It had been a bit of a risk Greta had taken when, in the midst of familiarizing herself with Sarah's lovely pink, she brushed a finger against her lover's lowest hole. She had heard through the grapevine that was the CIA gossip mill that the famous Agent Walker had a fondness for ass-play, but she was experienced enough to know that sometime's the CIA could be as reliable as a hurricane was dry. She had been afraid of possibly frightening Sarah off, but when she saw that little starfish, clenching and unclenching from the pleasure coursing through Sarah's body, Greta had been unable to help herself.

She wanted Sarah's body and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest for as long as she could.

It had been to her great relief than that when Great lightly poked Sarah's asshole that the blonde let out a long moan and said, "Yes, Greta! Fuck my ass!"

Now Greta had two fingers pumping in and out of Sarah's no longer tight ass, adding to the ramping pleasure. She figured she could easily fit a third in, but didn't want to risk it.

Greta could feel how damp and sticky she was becoming between her own legs and thanked whatever pervert who made the Buy More female staff have to wear a short black skirt. She didn't want to walk around with a visibly stained skirt.

Sarah couldn't give a damn about Greta's clothes. All she was able to concentrate on was the tongue and fingers playing her body like a harp. She was so close! So close to what she wanted, what she needed for so long, yet denied herself.

Just... a bit... more...

'Ah, fuck it,' thought Greta as she pulled her fingers from Sarah's ass, lined up her third, and plunged all three right back it.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!! GOOOOOODDDDDDD YEEEESSSSSSS!!!" Sarah had to bite down on her lips to keep her screams from escaping into the hallway and drawing attention.

The third finger had been the key to her release. It had been painful, the sudden unexpected thickness and roughness in her ass, but it was like a drop in the bucket compared to the monsoon of ecstasy roaring through her. She had a death grip on Greta's hair and she spasmed on the toilet seat, her tits shaking and her hair flying all over the place from how hard her head was shaking. Sarah was doing everything she could to exert her orgasmic glee without being too loud.

For her part, Greta certainly felt the pain in her head. But like Sarah, a little pain hardly mattered when there was so much pleasure to soak up. Or, in Greta's case, drink up.

Sarah's cum flowed into her mouth and Greta eagerly gulped it down. Sarah tasted as amazing as Greta had hoped and she greedily drank down every drop she could.

When Sarah's well had finally run dry, the blonde finally let go of her lover's hair, slumping back into her seat, totally drained.

Finally free from Sarah's death grip, Greta began her slow journey up the marvelous body in front of her. First she licked up any excess cum from Sarah's thighs and around her pussy that had escaped her mouth. She took great pride in the way Sarah shuddered as the feel of her tongue doing its perverse clean-up.

When Greta had swiped up every last drop of sweetness she could find, she journeyed up until she met Sarah's navel. She took a few seconds to stick her tongue in the small belly button than drew back slightly to blow in it. Sarah gasped as the coolness of Greta's breath met the coolness of her spit and sent a throb back down between her legs.

Moving on, Greta brought her hands up to play with the flat expanse of Sarah's stomach. She lightly drew her fingers along the pale skin, barely touching her. All Sarah could feel was the ghost of Greta's fingertips gliding along her sensitive flesh.

"You're so fucking beautiful," whispered Greta against Sarah's stomach as she pressed kisses every where she could.

Sarah was really starting to get antsy. She knew they didn't have much time and she wanted to return the favor before the precious few minutes they had left were used up. And Greta's exploration of her, while thoroughly enjoyable, was eating up valuable moments.

Finally when Greta's hands grabbed onto Sarah's breasts and she began to kiss her nipples Sarah had had enough waiting.

Gathering up her strength, Sarah pushed Greta away from her tits.

"What's the problem?" Greta asked with a teasing grin. "Getting impatient?"

Sarah couldn't help but chuckle. The little slut knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted Sarah to get rough with her and just take her.

'Well, ask and you shall receive,' thought Sarah as she stood up on her wobbly legs, pulling Greta with her by her bra. She shoved the brunette up into the stall door and pinned her there, pressing both of their barely clothed bodies together.

"What are you going to do to me, Agent Walker?" asked Greta in a dangerous voice. Greta's breath blew against Sarah's face thanks to their close proximity and Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as she breathed in the all too familiar scent of her pussy.  

"This is my town," growled Sarah, opening her eyes as she reached up and ripped Greta's bra off, leaving the panting woman topless. "I'm the top bitch here, and I'm going to show you why."

Sarah crashed her mouth against Greta's, who immediately opened her mouth allowing Sarah's tongue entrance. At the same moment Sarah pinched one of the brunette's nipples making her moan into her mouth as she began to slip her hand beneath Greta's skirt.

Afterwards, when both women were pulling on and straightening out their clothes, Sarah avoided all eye contact with the brunette. She can't believe she just did that. She had been trying so hard to keep her vow intact and now she slipped up.

Greta was completely unaware of Sarah's inner turmoil, though. She was flattening out her hair in the mirror, trying to make it look like she hadn't had a hand tangled it. Finally, when everything was perfect, she turned back to Sarah and said, "That was fantastic, Sarah. Everything I had hoped for."

Sarah sent a small smirk of thanks at the complement as she buttoned up her blouse.

"We should hook up the next time I'm in 'your town'," she said with a laugh, throwing Sarah's words back at her.

Sarah didn't respond as Greta walked past her, brushing her hand against Sarah's as she reached the door.

"See ya' around," she said as she walked out the door and back to work.

A few minutes later, after Sarah examined every inch of her clothing and face for any flaws in her appearance, she joined her boyfriend out in the main hub of the Buy More.

'Never again,' she swore to herself as she kissed Chuck hello, blatantly ignoring Greta standing a few feet away, helping a customer.

And she was shocked to realize that she actually of her felt kind of sad at this thought

*** One Month Later***

If there was one thing everyone knew about Sarah it was that she hated talking about her past. That was the one part of her that was inaccessible to everyone in her life, even Chuck. The only people she had spoken to at length about her life were the people in charge of her psychological profile when she first joined the NSA. And that was only because she had been required to.  The few times her past had tried to catch up to her present, she had done everything in her power to avoid it. And when avoidance wasn't an option, she strove to clear the matter quickly, so to put the past back where it belonged.  Her high school reunion, then her Dad reappearing in her life a few years back forced Sarah to face and accept some aspects of her old self, but also allowed her to come to certain realizations.  She will never have a stable relationship with her father. It was a painful conclusion to come to, but it was one she knew to be true. She loved him with all of her heart, but with his long record of crime and cons, there was no way she could ever see him again without being forced to arrest him. Besides, even if there was, she wasn't sure if she could ever completely forgive him. She knows her father loves her, knows that he did his best to give her a happy childhood, but that had never been enough for him.  She hadn't been worth the thrill of the con.  And school? Well, if there was one absolute certainty Sarah had learned in her years with the NSA it was that high school truly was hell on earth. She had traveled to the most vile places on the planet, been witness to some truly despicable acts of human nature, and had taken more lives than she could remember, but high school was still her go to living nightmare. A place where the rich and powerful lived at the top of the mountain while the lowly, ugly people scrounged around for the scraps they were thrown. At least the warlords have the decency to kill you once and a while.  And like any school in America, there were the two shining stars at the top that controlled the population. A king and a queen of the campus. And while they spent four years in James Buchanan High with each other, the king and queen found Sarah, with her untamable hair, sporadic acne, and braces the most amusing jester in the court. Not a day went by where they didn't hound her for her lack of a mother, her shifty father, or her unfortunate choice in clothing.  But as all things do, time passed and now Sarah is able to take pleasure in knowing that the king is now a convicted felon, currently serving time for bootlegging and drug dealing (a bust she took a great pleasure in being part of).  As for the queen? Well, she's another case entirely.  At the moment Ms. Heather Chandler, former prom and homecoming queen for the James Buchanan High class of 1998 was waiting patiently in a holding cell just down the hall from where Sarah is sitting in Castle. She is waiting for the transport which will take her to the federal prison where she will spend the rest of her life on charges of espionage and high treason.  It had also been Sarah who had busted Heather at their high school reunion. It had been a vicious fight through the halls and locker room that ended with both women bloody and worn out, but she had emerged victorious.  She had been furious earlier today when she had learned that Heather would have to stay in Castle for a few hours while she waited for transport after their initial ride had been attacked. Add to the fact that she had been joined by the walking wall that was Hugo Panzer, a former Ring operative who had been defeated and arrested by Chuck last year.  In the end it had turned out all to be an elaborate set up so that Panzer could kill Heather and get a huge bounty from Volkoff Industries, a notorious international arms dealing operation based out of Moscow, to which both Heather and Hugo worked for. They wanted Heather eliminated for fear she would spill secrets in exchange for better accommodations.  After a few hours of crawling through ventilation ducts and dealing with Heather's big fat mouth, she, Chuck and Heather managed to subdue Panzer and get him shipped off to prison. Heather was meant to go with him, but General Beckman hadn't found it prudent to put them in the same van again.  So now Sarah is on guard duty and is to wait for the proper transport to take her old high school tormenter off her hands and out of her life forever.  Currently Sarah was checking the armory and the status of all the weapons. This was more of a Casey thing to do, but she didn't feel like sitting around doing paper work while watching Heather pace her cell and hum to herself.  There were so many things Sarah would rather be doing than babysitting Heather Chandler. Hell, she would prefer playing poker with Jeff and Lester than this. And the last time she had tried to play poker with them they wanted it to be strip. But she had reluctantly agreed with Beckman that if there was one person that could be sure to see Heather off properly, it was her.  'Still, she's not going anywhere,' Sarah told herself. "It wouldn't hurt to relax for a few minutes.'  Abandoning the admittedly enjoyable gun show, Sarah strode over to the fridge in the corner and pulled out a bottle of beer.  Normally Sarah wasn't a beer person, much less to have one on the job. But after the day she had, she deserved one.  This was also more of a Casey thing to do. How many times had she seen her partner light up a cigar after a successful mission and just sit back and relax? And now it was her turn  Sitting down at the long conference table in the center of the room, Sarah propped up her legs, leaned back in her chair, popped open her beer, took a swig and sighed.  She allowed her mind to wonder as she sat back and enjoyed her victory drink. She didn't go too far, not allowing herself to be so relaxed that she lets her guard down. You can never know when some enemy agent will find a way to break in. It's been done before and, despite all the advanced security equipment, Sarah wasn't foolish enough to say it would never happen again.  Keeping that in mind, Sarah closed her eyes, took another swig and imagined a much better way she could be spending her night.  Instantly Chuck came to her mind. A smile sprang on her face at the thought of her boyfriend.  After so many wasted nights longing for the chance to tell him how in love she was, he was finally hers. She was allowed to do everything she did for show as her cursed role of Chuck's girlfriend for real: She could hold his hand during briefings without being reprimanded for inappropriate behavior; she could kiss him good luck as he went out on missions, or when he went to work, or just whenever she felt like; she could lie in bed with him, listening to his steady breathing and feel the beating of his enormous heart against her back as he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close, where she belonged.  She had spent years convincing herself that she'd never be happy. And she meant truly happy, the kind of happiness that came directly from her heart and overwhelmed her entire being. She had thought she felt happy with Bryce, the last man she truly loved, but what she had with Bryce was like comparing the flickering light of a candle against the dominating, ever present sun.  There was just no contest.  The image of her boyfriend, all of his pearly white teeth showing in his giant smile as she joined him in her daydream, turned into one of the two of them walking along a beach. She didn't know where they were, just that they were alone. Nothing else existed in the world except the two of them, with the soft, cool sand beneath them, the stars and moon above providing all the light they needed, with the gentle roar of the ocean breaking and receding wave after wave all around them.  They were just walking. Their hands clasped together as they shared stories with each other, laughing now and then at what the other said. Sarah couldn't make out what they were saying, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were together and that they loved each other.  Sarah took another swig as the picture in her mind morphed into a much more intimate one.  The two of them were now in Chuck's room, surrounded by Star Wars and Tron as they shared passionate kisses and their hands roamed over each other's bodies.  Sarah could help but sigh and begin to stroke her stomach through her shirt at the thought of the two of them making love to each other. She didn't want to sound cruel, but she had been presently surprised the first time they made love that night in Paris at how big Chuck was.  The size of Chuck's dick didn't matter to her. She would have loved him just as much if he only had a four incher, but she would be lying if she claimed she hadn't become even more aroused when she discovered the 9 inch weapon he had been concealing  Needless to say she had a fun night in Paris.  Completely forgetting where she was, Sarah put her bottle down, popped open her jeans and snaked her hand inside. She gasped as she found how damp her panties already were. Her gasp quickly turned into a moan as she pushed the moist material to the side and began to rub herself.  Sarah had also been pleasantly surprised at how skilled of a lover Chuck was. He admitted to only have been with two women before her, his first real love Jill Roberts and his last girlfriend before her, Hannah. He could have fooled her however as her played her body like an expert pianist. He made her cum so hard that night, and every night since.  And it wasn't like the two of them only ever make love, though. She loves a gentle touch as much as the next girl, but she also loves getting fucked. And man, have she and Chuck fucked.  By the end of their first week as a couple they had fucked on every hard and soft surface in Chuck's apartment. All the pent up dreams and fantasies Chuck had to endure over the years Sarah kept her distance came out as he unleashed load after load of cum on and in her. She even let Chuck in her ass, which had previously been a 'Girls Only' entrance.  In short, Chuck was easily the best lover Sarah has ever had.  'Well, male lover," a voice in her mind piped up.  'Shut up!' Sarah shot back as the picture of Chuck on top of her pounding into her began to change.  Chuck's short, streamlined hair lengthened down to his shoulders, which were no longer the firm, hard shoulders Sarah loved to nibble and lean on, but were smooth and rounded. Chuck's back, while not at all hairy in the slightest, was now so smooth and bare it was shining in the light thanks in part to a light sheen of perspiration. Chuck's ass was now equally hairless and was much curvier and fuller than Sarah ever wanted it to be. And around Chuck's hips wrapped a black leather harness  In Chuck's place laid a woman. A strikingly beautiful woman, with large tits that jiggled as she pounded her strap-on into Sarah. The woman's face was strangely blurred out, keeping Sarah from knowing who had taken her boyfriend's place. But whoever it was, it was someone Sarah knew, because the body was familiar to her.  "Do you like me fucking you, Sarah?" asked the mystery woman with a smug tone, knowing there could only be one answer. The voice was slightly altered, so Sarah could recognize it completely, but still. There was something familiar...  "God yes!" Sarah answered in a moan, wrapping her legs around the woman, getting her deeper inside. "So fucking good!"  "Damn right it's good! I was taught by the best!" the woman laughed, leaning down to capture Sarah in a kiss. The blonde instantly surrender, allowing her amazing lover to thrust into her mouth as she continued to do the same to her cunt.  The woman's hands latched onto Sarah's tits, which had been bouncing in rhythm with every thrust of the woman's pelvis. Her fingers found Sarah's nipples and pinched them, creating more moans to flow into her mouth.  Sarah didn't know who this woman was but she was amazing. She was easily catching up to Carina in terms of who can fuck her better. She needed to know who it was! She couldn't go on without knowing who it was who was giving her so much pleasure.  Almost as soon as the thought ran through her head did the woman drive her cock down so hard, setting off her orgasm, causing Sarah to break the kiss and scream, "Fuck yes Ellie! MAKE ME CUM!!!ELLIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!"  At once, the woman's face was no longer blurred, allowing Sarah to make out the beautiful of on Ellie Woodcombe, formerly Ellie Bartowski, Chuck's sister. Her face was shining with sweat and a gleam of triumph as she drank in Sarah's cries of passion and writhing body as her pussy clenched around the hard silicone and came all over it.  Sarah's eyes snapped open. She couldn't believe it! Not again!  "Damnit!" cursed Sarah, whipping her hand from her pants. She tried and failed to not notice that her hand was completely soaked and that the front of her jeans was stained. She tried to convince herself that it had been her thoughts of Chuck and not his sister that made her cum, but she knew better.  This was far from her first dream about Ellie. For years now she had been the star in more dreams than Sarah could count. She had probably fucked herself to more thoughts of her than of Chuck. She had tried not to. She knew it was the height of wrongness to be in love with a guy but dream about fucking his sister, but she just couldn't help it.


Sarah vs. the Vow



 Ellie was so freaking beautiful, it should be a crime. She had silken, raven colored hair, brown and eyes that always shimmered with kindness and gentleness. Her dimpled smile could light up all of Burbank. And there, of course, was of her body.

Goddamn that body.

But it was more than her sinfully good looks that attracted Sarah. There had been plenty of objectively hot women in Sarah's life that she had no attraction to. But Ellie just happened to be one of the nicest people she's ever known. She always wants to know how Sarah is doing and what she can do to help. She practically accepted Sarah into the family after one sit down dinner early in her and Chuck's (fake) relationship.  But despite Sarah's love of women and her absolute adoration for Ellie, Sarah swore to herself that she would never do anything to make her dreams reality. Sarah already had a bad penchant for fucking the women in Chuck's life. In the scant four years she's been in his life, Chuck has had three girlfriends before her. And Sarah had fucked all of them.  None of that mattered though, because Ellie just simply wasn't an option. The stunning brunette with a heart the size of Texas would have to remain her deepest fantasy.  Besides, Ellie being Chuck's sister was just the oldest reason keeping away from her. She now had a new one that not only kept her away from Chuck's older sister, but all women in general.  Sarah wanted to be faithful to Chuck. She loved him more than she had thought possible and it would be far too much of a risk screwing it up by messing around. Plus it just didn't feel right to say she loves Chuck one moment then fuck someone else another moment.

So, in a sign of love and solidarity to him, Sarah has completely given up women.  It was a difficult vow to manage, but it was one Sarah has sworn to uphold. For Chuck.  She had called up all of her frequent lesbian lovers and explained the situation. Explained how completely in love she was and how she just can't risk it.  She had received mostly nothing but understanding and well wishes from most of her now former lovers. Chuck's ex Hannah fully understood how great of a guy Chuck was and how the failure of their relationship was mainly because of how infatuated Chuck had been with Sarah. Her famous lover Sarah Michelle Geller congratulated her and said she fully understands how hard it must be for her to give up something she loves in exchange for someone.  The only person who Sarah had known was going to be a problem was Carina.  As her oldest friend and lover, Carina was aghast at the idea of Sarah giving up so much tasty pussy for one cock.  "I mean, the accountant's great and all I guess, but come on Walker! No one can make you cum harder than me!" she had insisted when Sarah had called her.  Sarah had been embarrassed for Chuck when she agreed with Carina that she was a better lover than he was, but that didn't matter to Sarah. She loved Chuck and was trying to make this sacrifice as painless as possible.  Grudgingly Carina relented. She didn't like it, but this was obviously important to her friend, so she agreed, with a promise that she would make Sarah change her mind as soon as she could.  Sarah went forward with her determination to stay loyal and true to her boyfriend. She still hasn't told Chuck about her bisexual past and had no plans to change this anytime soon.  But just because she has chosen to give up women in her heart, doesn't mean her mind liked to cooperate. There had been many nights since she had made her vow that Sarah had awaken from dreams featuring various women. Some of them old lovers, some just women she always wanted but never had, like Ellie. Sometimes there would be just one single beauty making love to her, other times she would be the center of a girl orgy, just being passed around like a piece of meat getting drunk from the girl cum.  After she would wake up with soaked underwear, she would always feel so guilty that she had to jump Chuck at the first opportunity, just to remind herself why she had given up such pleasure.  Cursing her lack self control, Sarah sat up in her seat, looking around for something to wipe her hand clean.  "Looking for this?" came a voice from behind her.  Sarah gasped and whipped the chair around to face the speaker, her hands shooting down to button up her pants.  She was so fucking stupid! Rubbing one out at work when she knew she wasn't alone! 'What the hell is wrong with you Sarah?!' She asked herself as a woman entered the room clutching a towel.  "Um, no. Why would I need a towel? I'm not wet," laid Sarah in a voice much higher pitched than usual. She was also trying nonchalantly cover her disheveled crotch with a spare file and hide her clearly wet hand behind her.  The woman arched her sculpted blonde eyebrow at Sarah's erratic behavior, smiled and said, "It's alright you know. It's not the first time I've walked in on someone with their hand in the cookie jar."  Sarah blushed at the realization she had been caught and took the offered towel without making eye contact. Partly because she was highly embarrassed, but also because this woman just happened to be one of the most gorgeous people Sarah had ever met.  Her name was Greta. Or, at least that was what she was called while she worked with Operation Bartowski. What her real name was Sarah had no idea, but that was hardly important. It's not like Sarah was her own real name anyway, so who was she to judge.  Greta was a actually a code name for all of the special agents sent to work with Team Bartowski in the Buy More for a specific period of time. All agents were given the name Greta regardless of gender or ethnicity and they were all highly trained agents with vast amount of experience in different areas of combat and field. Only the best got to work with the Intersect.  There had been two previous Greta's before the current model. The last had been the closest thing Sarah had ever seen to a Greek god. He had been tall, the color of milk chocolate, painfully handsome and had just the right amount of muscle to be drool worthy without looking freakish. And the Greta before him...  Sarah tried not to blush as she thought about Greta #1. She had been a mistake Sarah beat herself up about on multiple occasions since. Her one slip up in her vow to stay loyal to Chuck.  And Sarah was glad that the slip up came and went when it had, because if she hadn't made that mistake and made the resolve never to slip from her vow again, she just might have jumped this vision standing before her days ago.  Greta #3 had long blonde hair with slight hints of the natural black at the roots that curled around at the top of her breasts. She was wearing the standard Nerd Herder white top with the ridiculously short black skirt that helped show off her 42 inch long legs. Those things were just perfection wearing heels, perfectly smooth and Sarah had forced herself many times too not picture what they would feel like wrapped around waist or, even better, her head.  Sarah had nearly choked on her own drool when she had first been introduced to this temporary teammate. Whatever God there was out there was just torturing her with this second bombshell agent in a short skirt.  Wiping her hand clean of her juices with the towel, Sarah continued to avoid eye contact with Greta as she asked, "So how's your head?"  Greta had run into Hugo as he initially escaped his cell and tried to stop him. She was rewarded with a giant fist to the head and had just woken up an hour ago. She had been ordered to wait in Castle until further instructions, and so she was stuck down here with Sarah and their prisoner.  Greta waved her hand in dismissal as she answered, "This is nothing. Just a bump on the head. I've had a lot worse over the years. It's more my pride that's hurting."  "How so," asked Sarah, glad that she had successfully distracted Greta from her cum dried towel.  Greta gave her a bemused look before saying, "I've been here only two days and some big ape knocks me out with one giant fist. All my training and skills, swatted away by a gorilla in a tight black t-shirt."  Sarah nodded sympathetically. She remembered all of the times that she'd been incapacitated by some meat-head with more muscles than brain-cells. She had to lick her wounds with as much dignity she could muster every time.  "But hey, at least the day was saved and you and Bartowski are ok," said Greta as she took her seat opposite Sarah.  "Yeah, well, we didn't exactly do it alone," Sarah grudgingly admitted with a grimace and a nudge of her head toward the image of Heather.  "Ah right," said Greta as she watched Heather brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Chandler."  Both blonde agents sat together watching the prisoner. Watching her old nemesis bide away her time until her transfer, Sarah took another swig of her drink.  "So did you ever fuck her?"  Sarah choked and spluttered as her drink caught in her throat.  She felt pounding on her back as she wiped her mouth.  "What!?" Sarah asked in outrage. "What did you just ask me?!"  If Greta was intimidated by Sarah's anger, she didn't show it. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "I just wanted to know if you ever fucked her. I mean, I know that you went to school with her and that you like chicks. So, you know, two plus two and everything."  Greta swiped Sarah's beer as the older agent just sat there, stunned into silence.  Sarah had so many different emotions swirling through her right now that she didn't know how she should feel first. She was angry at Greta's highly inappropriate and personal question; she was shocked at how the younger woman could just come out and ask something like that about someone she barely knows; and somewhat offended that Greta seemed to think that just because Sarah likes, no LIKED, girls that it automatically meant that she sleeps with any hot girl she comes across.  Finally managing to find her voice Sarah asked, "What gives you the right to ask me something like that! No offense, but Jesus Greta! There is no way I can begin to explain how my sex life is none of your business!"  Sarah pushed away from the table, forgetting about her stolen beer and moving to the main monitors, roughly pulling out a few files and documents, forcing herself to read and ignore the other woman.  "I'm just curious. Sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you're hot, she's hot, you know, for a terrorist. You two obviously have some kind of weird, complicated past, it seems an obvious question," said Greta from behind her, getting through the feeble distraction of complicated, hard to pronounce names from half-way around the world Sarah was forcing herself to memorize.  "I said I don't want to talk about it!" snapped Sarah, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to reel her anger back in and keep it in check.  "Sorry. I won't bother you again," promised Greta.  Sarah felt slightly bad about snapping at Greta, but her pride was keeping her from apologizing. The other blonde had been way out of line and, despite her apology, Sarah didn't feel like speaking her for the moment.  So, she did what she always does when forced into an awkward situation: she threw herself into her work.  For the next half hour, Sarah sat diligently at her post, filling out all kinds of paperwork and mission statements. Every now and again she would look up to check on Heather, feeling foolish in doing so. She knows the brunette criminal is securely contained in her cell, but she couldn't help herself.  She tried to convince herself that this was part of her job, keeping watch on her charge, but she knows better deep down.  Greta's words were echoing around in her mind. Her frank and unwanted inquiry into Sarah's imagined relationship had made her massively uncomfortable, and not just because of the sudden, unexpected way that Greta brought it up.  The truth was that despite her intense, decades long hatred of Heather Chandler, there had been a time when the spoiled cheerleader had the starring role in Sarah's fantasies.  After Sarah's lost her virginity to the school nurse in her junior year, Sarah had found her mind open to the possibilities that lay among both the staff and student body. Teachers and principals, friends and strangers. She had been vastly embarrassed at how much of a man she had become in her mind. All she could think about was what it would be like to kiss her pretty biology teacher, or to make love with her gym partner.  But of all the daydreams and late night fantasies Sarah had fucked herself to all those years ago, the most frequent visitor in her mind had been Heather.  For all of her many faults and her vile personality, Sarah had been unable to deny how hot the bitchy cheerleader was. Her long blonde dyed hair constantly wrapped up in a ponytail, bobbing behind her as she sashayed through the halls, her short cheerleader's skirt dancing around her long, tanned legs, teasing everyone with the delights hidden from view. Heather had been visited by the puberty fairy early in freshman year and had been granted by the gift of bigger tits than the rest of the girls in their class, drawing Sarah's attention on more than one occasion.  But as frequent a visitor Heather may have been in Sarah's late night solo sessions, she never even thought once about making her fantasies reality. Heather was such a massive bitch that it completely negated her hotness.  So when Sarah had been recruited by the NSA and been whisked away from the life she had known and dawned the name 'Sarah Walker' for the first time, she cast away any thoughts of Heather to the back of her mind. She never thought of Heather in all her years with the NSA until the incident with her High School reunion.  When she had been forced to spend time with the stuck up bitch and watch as she clearly couldn't stand her then wimpy husband, Sarah didn't allow herself to think of her long dormant fantasies. Even when she had been fighting to the death with her in the school showers and locker room (and yes, she is well aware of how Penthouse letter that fight had been) she didn't have any inappropriate thoughts about the newly minted traitor.  But then today happened. Both women had been forced to work together with Chuck against Panzer. Sarah had to fight to save her old enemy from muscle bound assassins and locked-and-loaded helicopters. All of this would have been excruciating in and of itself, but she had to deal with Heather psychoanalyzing her and Chuck's relationship, all the while trying not to notice how the brunette's black wife-beater clung to her firm tits or try and peak down her top.  In hindsight, Sarah was glad that in their time stuck in the ventilation ducts she hadn't been stuck behind Heather and had to be forced to watch the bitch's hot ass sway in front of her as they shuffled through the cramped space.  So Sarah will be immensely relieved when Heather is finally removed from her life and locked away, but she didn't think she would be confronted by thoughts of Heather so abruptly. Greta had unintentionally unlocked the vault that held Sarah's forbidden lust for Heather in check.

 Sarah was starting to shift in her seat as flashes of her and Heather tangled together in a sweaty embrace bombarded her mind's eye.  Shaking those vastly unwanted images from her mind, Sarah realized that she was now alone. Looking around the room, she failed to find Greta anywhere.  Figuring that the other blonde spy had wanted to give her time alone after their awkward conversation, Sarah didn't give it another thought as she put down her pen.  Leaning back in her seat, Sarah arched her back and stretched her arms above her head, trying to loosen up her muscles. Covering up a yawn, Sarah looked up at Heather's screen through half-open eyelids, reconfirming she was still there before getting up to go look for another beer.  She was half-way to the fridge before she stopped in her tracks.  A faint prickling sensation on the back of her neck. This always happened to her when she knew something was wrong, but just couldn't place it. She had explained it to Chuck one and he called it her "Spider Sense". After a perfectly arched eyebrow his way, he sat her down and explained all the different powers belonging to the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.  Anyway, Sarah turned back to monitor station and scanned the screens, fervently searching for anything amiss. Nothing popped out at her right away. Everything seemed fine, but the prickling was still there, so Sarah kept looking.  Knowing that this must have something to do with Heather, Sarah kept her eyes on her screen.  Heather was currently pacing around the cell again, brushing her hair back once more...  "Fuck!" hissed Sarah, picking up her gun from the conference table and hurrying through the door towards the detention cell.   Where Greta was, Sarah had no clue, but she didn't care at the moment. Sarah knew she something was wrong and she had been right. Someone had tampered with the video feed and it was now on a continuous loop, showing the same clip of Heather walking around the cell and brushing her hair back.  'How could I be so stupid!' Sarah cursed to herself as she hurried down the hallways. 'She could be halfway to Nevada now! How the fuck could I be so lazy! Dammit Walker!'  She couldn't imagine how she would try to explain to General Beckman how she let Heather escape from their base. Plus she knew Heather would never let her live it down if and when they ever met again.  Skidding to a stop in front of Heather's cell, Sarah quickly punched in the code and, leveling her gun in front of her, pushed open the freshly unlocked door.  Sarah had pictured a number of possible scenarios that lay behind the door: an empty room; Heather ready to pounce and disarm her; Heather with a bunch of hit men sent to free her with their own guns pointed at her.  The reality, however, was the last thing Sarah had ever pictured happening.  Heather was sitting on her bed with her back up against the wall, her bare chest thrust into the air and her tits bouncing from both her undulating torso and from her frantic gasps for air. Her long legs were thrown up into the air and the only pieces of clothing still on her were her socks. Her hands were tangled in the long, dyed blonde hair that Sarah instantly recognized as Greta's.

Greta was currently on her knees, her black skirt up and around her waist, fully exposing her perfect ass framed by her pink thong. Her hands each held Heather's legs splayed above her head, as said head made its home in Heather's pussy. Sarah could hear beneath the passionate and filthy pleas from Heather the unmistakable and all too familiar sound of a tongue licking a wet pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah, you dirty whore! Eat my eat cunt! Give me a licking I will never forget! Give me one last cum before I get sent away to rot! Eat this little traitor's juicy cunt!!" demanded Heather, rubbing her lovers face into her, smearing her juices onto Greta's nose and chin.

For her part, Greta moaned with delight at how roughly she was being treated. She had known Heather would be rough and uninhibited. That had been one of the reasons she had sought her out in the first place.




Sarah vs. the Vow



Greta's grip tightened on Heather's thighs, digging her nails into her lover's flesh. The slight pain this created added to the already plentiful pleasure building up in Heather.

"Mmmmmm, make it hurt bitch! Make my law breaking cunt feel it! AH FUCK!!!" she shouted as Greta honored Heather's request and lightly bit down on the plump clit she had been slapping with her tongue. "RIGHT THERE!!! JUST LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!" Heather had removed one of her hands from Greta's head and was now squeezing one of her tits, adding more of that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure.

Throughout all of this Sarah stood there in the doorway, utterly stunned. About a million questions were spinning around inside her head like an out of control merry-go-round.

How is something like this happening? Why? Why is Greta allowing herself to be degraded like this? Why isn't Heather trying to escape? How? Why is she, Sarah, still just standing there?

That last thought was like a blaring neon sign flashing in front of her and it snapped her out of funk. This wasn't some cheap porno! She shouldn't just stand here and watch her colleague fuck their prisoner.

Stuffing her gun in the back of her pants, she strode forward fully into the room, willfully ignoring the fresh dampness in her pants.

"What the fuck is going on here!" she asked, stooping a few feet from Greta's stuck out, swaying ass. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look tough and intimidating, while really hiding how hard her nipples had become from the moment she had opened the door.

Heather's eyes opened and took in Sarah's uninvited, yet completely expected presence.

"I was wondering when you would get your hot ass in here Jenny," said Heather through gasps of pleasure as Greta hadn't paused once in her licking at Sarah's arrival.

Sarah bristled at that name. Jenny Burton had been the name Sarah had used during her high school years and it was the name that Heather knew her best as. She took great pleasure in using that old alias, knowing how much it pissed Sarah off.

"Shut up, Heather! I wasn't talking to you!" snapped Sarah, reaching down and grabbing Greta by the hair and pulling her to her feet.

"Hey!" a duet of voices called out to her as both Heather and Greta protested Sarah's abrupt halting of the fun, although the latter threw in a few yelps of pain as Sarah hadn't been gentle.

Sarah pulled Greta up to her feet and turned her so they were facing each other. And holy shit, if it had been hard for Sarah to stop herself from jumping the leggy goddess before it must be the will of god stopping her now.

Greta's face was shining with Heather's juice. Her cheeks, chin, nose, and her lips smeared with the naughty cream. Oh god her lips! A delirious smile adorned her face as she stood before Sarah, bathing in her not at all subtle leering. Greta's golden tresses were all over the place, stuck to her sweaty forehead and sticking up where Heather's hands had dug in. Her white Nerd Herder blouse was unbuttoned and hanging open, her tie long gone, red lip and teeth marks decorated all over her upper chest, and her bra had been merely yanked down, resting around her stomach, fully displaying her apple sized, golden tanned breasts.

Greta had been ravaged and she had never looked more enticing.

'Why am I not fucking her right now?' Sarah asked herself as she fully absorbed her half naked friend.

"Oh, are you going to spank her Jenny? Are you going to bend this little slut over your knees and punish her dyke ass?"

"Oh right. You're why," groaned Sarah, looking over at Heather, who had quickly replaced Greta's tongue with her hand. She was already fucking herself with two fingers and it didn't look like she was about to stop there.

The smug brunette just sent her a wicked grin, as if she knew what had been going through Sarah's mind just then.

Tearing away from the unsettlingly pleasant sight of Heather Chandler naked, sweaty, and fucking herself, Sarah turned once more to face Greta, hoping to get out of here with as much of her dignity intact as she could.

"What the hell were you thinking Greta?" she asked, pointedly ignoring the way Greta was licking her lips clean. "You can get fired for this."

"Yeah, I could, but I won't," said Greta as she wiped her face clean with her hand. "You're not going to tell anybody about this, Walker. I know you won't."

"And why's that?" asked Sarah doing her damned best to keep her eyes on Greta's, to afraid of what she will do if she looked anywhere else.

"Simple," said Greta with a smile as licked clean the fingers that had just been collecting Heather's cum. "Because you want in on this."

"What!" yelped Sarah in surprise. "I don't -- That's just -- I've never - "she spluttered as she tried to find a coherent way to denounce Greta's surprising claim.

"Oh come on Walker! You know you do," Greta claimed, seeing Sarah's inability to outright deny her claim as a minor victory that allowed her to keep going. "I've seen you checking me out this whole time. You totally want to fuck me and you know it. Well guess what? I want to fuck you too!"

Greta finished her forceful proclamation by grabbing Sarah by the collar and yanking her into a kiss.

Sarah's eyes practically bulged from their sockets by this sudden smooch. Everything was happening so fast that she didn't know how to process it. Finding Greta and Heather was bad enough, but having Greta tell her that not only did she know Sarah's subtle leering and gazes weren't so subtle and that she wanted to fuck her as much as Sarah did was just blowing her mind.

But as pleasant and as good of a kisser Greta was Sarah didn't surrender and kiss back as she might have done any other time this leggy goddess offered herself up. She was too well aware of two facts: that 1) Heather was still just sitting on the table fucking herself just two feet away and 2) that the unusual taste coating Greta's lips was still Heather's pussy.

Sarah shoved Greta off of her and backed into the wall trying feebly to put as much distance between the two of them as she could.

"Awww, and it was just getting good!' whined Heather, her eyes twinkling with delight at Sarah's flustered state.

"Shut up!" both blondes snapped at her.

Heather chuckled to herself but didn't say anything else other than a few moans as she continued to stroke herself.

Focusing back on Sarah, Greta continued her attack on the older agent's resistance.

"What's the problem Sarah? I know you want me. That's been obvious from the moment I got here. Is it your boyfriend? Cause I've got to tell you, if he has a problem with his smoking hot girlfriend fucking another chick, he's got some problems of his own," she added with a smile, hoping to get a laugh from Sarah.

She didn't.

She also didn't get a furious Sarah defending her boyfriend either, which had been a risk Greta risked taking.

"Or is it because you caught me fucking this Chandler?" she asked, going for what thought to be the true heart of the problem.

Sarah gulped.

"I knew it," Greta stated in victory. She turned her attention from where Sarah stood seemingly terrified to Heather, who looked all to glad to have the spotlight on her.

"What's your problem, Walker?" She asked without looking at Sarah. Instead all of her attention was on the masturbating brunette and her infuriating shit-eating grin.

"Is it simply that she's a criminal and that I shouldn't be fucking her because 'I'm breaking the rules'" she asked with air quotes.

"Is it because she was the prom queen and made your life hell and you just hate her for it and don't want to think of her like this," she sat down next to Heather and wrapped her arms around the prisoner. With one hand she grabbed Heather's boob and began to squeeze it, but with the other she moved down her bare stomach and grabbed the brunette's wrist. She roughly yanked it away from her pussy and replaced it with her own.

"Fuck yeah," Heather gasped before biting her lip and moaning into it as Greta found her clit and began rubbing it. She didn't take her eyes off Sarah though. She was still boring holes into the high school loser and Sarah didn't like it. Mainly because she did like it.

"Or is it because you want to be the one doing this?" Greta asked with her huskiest voice possible. "You want to be one fucking this bitch don't you? You want to make her your little slut and show her that she may have had the power then, but you have it now. I know you do!"

As she told her audience all the deep dark secrets of her own mind, Greta had plunged two of her fingers into Heather. This caused Heather to buck and writhe in her arms but Greta paid her no mind. All her attention was on Sarah.

Sarah didn't know what to do. Her body was in a furious clash with itself. Her heart was telling her to leave and go to the safety of Chuck's arm. Her mind was telling her to just take Greta and go to some room, any room without Heather, and just fuck the beautiful agent as hard and as long as she could.

But there was another part of her that reminded her of all those fantasies she had in high school. Of how often she had gotten herself off thinking about fucking Heather Chandler, getting the loud mouth, arrogant cheerleader on her knees, worshiping Sarah. That combined with her current desires for Greta were providing Sarah all the reasons she wanted to stay.

Not content to just lie back while this prize dangled so close before her, Heather decided to throw her two cents in.

"Come on, Jenny. Show me how much you love cunt. Show me how much of a rug munching dyke you are!" she encouraged through moans and gasps as Greta began to cork-screw her finger's inside of her. "You hated me in school. You hate me now. Take out all your anger on my pussy. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!"

Every word from Heather's filthy mouth was like a whip cracking in the air, and all Sarah could think of was 'Thank you, may I have another.' Everything Heather was saying was true. She hated Heather then and she hates her now. But god almighty does she want to fuck her.

Denying it was no use. She had been able to do so before out in the main room, but now, with both Heather and Greta in front of her with so much flesh on display, it was utterly useless.

Still unsure as to whether this was a good idea, Sarah pushed herself away from the door, but not before taking care of one big concern.

When she pulled her gun back out, she enjoyed the brief flash of confusion and panic on Heather's face. She they pulled out the magazine and emptied the chamber.

"Don't want you getting any bright ideas," she told Heather as she threw the gun and bullets out into the hallway. "You're still going to jail. I don't care who you're fucking"

Heather bristled at Sarah's harsh reminder of her impending incarceration. She hardly needed Jenny fucking Burton's help to remember that she was still screwed for life, but she held her tongue. She was still on the verge of cumming and she didn't want either of her blonde jailer's to leave her to stew in her own arousal because she mouthed off.

"You want me to fuck you?" Sarah asked as she approached both of her temptresses.

"Yeah, Jenny. I want you to fuck me," said Heather as Greta pulled her fingers from her pussy and began to smear her juices over her hard nipples. "I want your trailer trash face eating out my cheerleader cunt!"

SMACK!

Heather's brown locks flew into Greta's face as her head jerked to the side from Sarah's vicious slap. They were quickly removed though as Sarah reached down and grabbed her old enemy by her hair.

"Did I say I was talking to you, whore," snapped Sarah, glaring down into Heather's laughing face. She seemed to find Sarah's roughness amusing.

Letting go of Heather, Sarah instead turned her attention to Greta, who flinched at Sarah sudden mood switch.

"I asked you if you want me to fuck you?" she repeated, this time hoping to get the right answer from the right person.

Faltering for a second at Sarah's sudden dominating personality, in contrast to her reluctance from a minute earlier, Greta caught herself and answered with a smile, "Yes, ma'am. I want you to fuck me."

Pleased at how quickly Greta jumped into her role, Sarah decided to skip the rest of the formalities and go right for the goal.

Yanking Greta away from Heather, she pulled the leggy blonde until her ass was hanging of the small cot. Pushing up her black skirt, Sarah spread Greta's legs and, without so much as a kiss hello, thrust her tongue as far into Greta's pussy as she could.

"Fuck!" Greta shouted in surprised pleasure. She hadn't expected this. She had been sure that Sarah would have gone straight for Heather given their past and her bottled up desires. But there was no way that she was about to ask her to stop.

Sarah moaned into Greta's pussy. She hasn't tasted a woman since the first Greta a few weeks ago and she hadn't realized how much she missed it. She had been so wrapped up in Chuck and their new life together to really contemplate how much she missed this (when she was awake at least).

She held a firm grip on Greta's thighs as she thrust her tongue again and again into her blonde lover. The slippery walls clenched around her tongue as she pushed in, making it a bit of a squeeze, but Sarah was up to the challenge.

Heather was more than a little upset at Sarah's decision to bypass her and go for the other blonde bitch. She was so close to coming and she wanted Jenny to be the one to do it. She wanted the image of perfect little spy Jenny Burton with her face buried in her enemy's muff with her face shiny from her cum. And she could see from Greta just how good of a pussy eater she was.

She was a patient girl though. She knew interrupting or complaining would get her nothing but more time before Sarah fucked her, so she kept her mouth shut.

Any pain or humiliation Greta might have felt from Panzer's attack earlier was long gone. The only thing on her mind right now was how great of a pussy eater Sarah was. 'Cause when she had removed her tongue from her pussy and began to attack her clit instead, it felt like a bomb went off in her mind.

Sarah's tongue shot like a bullet to the agent's swollen clit she found beyond the lips of her labia. Her tongue tasted every inch of Greta's clit, much to the agent's delight.

Sarah held her taller colleague's pussy right against her mouth, digging her nails into Greta's thighs. She rubbed her lips against Greta's pussy while providing very necessary shots of tender, love, and care to her clit. Every drop of the ambrosia the flowed from Greta's slit was swallowed by Sarah's very eager tongue. She felt as high on sex as she did every time she went down on Chuck. This was what she loved, to be on her knees between her lovers legs, giving them as much pleasure as she possible could. She was so aroused at this moment she could feel the throbbing heat between her thighs and knew it wouldn't take much to get her off. How easy would it be to just reach down, slip her hand into her pants and rub herself to a small orgasm?

She held off though, despite how much she wanted it. She wanted someone else to touch her. She wanted a warm body to get her off, not her own hand. And she sure as hell wasn't going to ask there forgotten partner in all of this for help.

As much as she wanted to fuck Heather right now, she still had her pride and wasn't about to beg for her touch. She wasn't that far gone to her lust.

Not knowing when or if she would ever get a chance to fuck Greta again, Sarah wanted to experience as much as she could. And one of the things she had been longing to do with this leggy beauty had been to touch her ass. And now, Greta's ass was just on the other side of her pussy. And as much as she hated to put a pause to her meal, she really wanted to play with Greta's ass.

So, after giving Greta's clit one last lick, she picked her head up from Greta's honey pot.

Confused by the sudden halt in the constant assault from Sarah's tongue, Greta looked down to see what the matter was.

All she found was a grinning Sarah, her lips shining with her juices, as she told her, "On your knees. I want your ass."

Almost drooling at might have been the hottest thing she had ever heard, Greta instantly complied. Sarah scooted back a few inches to allow Greta room to maneuver.

Greta got down on to the floor, turned around on her knees and positioned herself bent over the cot, elbows keeping herself up, but having her best feature waving in the face of a horny Sarah Walker.

When it came to women, Sarah didn't consider herself either a 'tit girl' or an 'ass girl'. She just liked women. Sometimes they had great tits and sometimes they had great asses. Sometimes they even had both, but the specimen that lay mere inches in front of her, swaying in some kind of hypnotic beauty, was easily one of the greatest asses she has ever seen.

It was big and round without being too ridiculous, and had golden tan that matched the rest of its body, proving that Greta liked to lay in the sun naked. And once Sarah had reached up and pulled off the offending skirt keeping it from truly being free, it was fully bare.

"Well, well. It seems Jenny has a thing for asses," chuckled Heather from where she sat in the corner of the cot, pinching her nipples and lightly petting herself. She wanted to give herself some stimulation without making herself cum. That was Jenny's job.

For once Sarah had nothing to say to Heather's jab, because for once she was right. And while she may not have an obsession with asses in general, she certainly had one for this ass in particular. A fact she proved when she reached up and took both of Greta's smooth cheeks into her hands.

"Oooo, baby that's good! Play with my ass, just like that," Greta cooed.

Sarah didn't say anything. Why waste time speaking when her mouth could be put too much better use? For example, placing tender loving kisses all over Greta's smooth cheeks?

"Mmmmm, yeah! Kiss my ass, Sarah," moaned Greta as she squirmed on the cot. Her hard nipples rubbed into the coarse mattress and sheets, sending another shot of pleasure through her body.

Sarah massaged Greta's ass like a sculptor molding clay as she kissed all over its soft flesh. She threw some spice in with the sugar by softly biting her every now and then.

"Come on, Jenny, stop playing around! Spread those cheeks and fuck that slut!" ordered Heather, tided of this slow paced foreplay.

It just so happened that Greta was thinking along the same lines. "Yeah, Sarah. Fuck me! I need your tongue on me again.

Always happy to comply when a pretty lady asks her to lick her holes, Sarah took a firm grip of Greta's ass and spread her cheeks apart. Now exposed to her eyes were Greta's two holes, just waiting for her attention. It took a few seconds of 'Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo' for her to choose whether to go for Greta's pussy or ass, but she was happy with the result.

The soft cries of anticipation continued to dribble from Greta's lips as she leaned harder against the cot as she felt Sarah's soft, expert hands spread her toned ass. It was so lewd, the feeling of someone spreading her ass like that, but Greta loved the lewdness even more. She braced herself for the bliss she knew would come as she felt Sarah's breath on her pussy as she got closer and closer to licking it

But instead of feeling Sarah's tongue on her pussy, she felt something else completely when Sarah instead went a little north and began licking the puckered ring of Greta's asshole. She disposed loving lashes with her tongue, rimming Greta as the blonde writhed in pleasure and reflexively tried to hump herself against the bed.

"Fuckkkkkkkk!" Greta groaned as she dug her fingers into the sheets beneath her as Sarah began to explore her most sensitive hole. "You little slut! Oh shit! Eat my ass, you slut! Mmmmmmmmmm God, how could you give this up? Rim my little asshole you fucking whommmmpphhh!"




Sarah vs. the Vow



Greta's calls of encouragement and lust became muffled as she found her face now pressed into Heather's cunt once again.

"Shut your filthy mouth, you bitch!" said Heather as she grinded her soaking cunt into Greta's face. "Finish what you started while Jenny eats your ass! You were fucking me so good before and now I need you to make me cum!"

The brunette prisoner just hadn't been able to wait any longer. The show in front of her was too hot and she needed to cum too badly to hold off for Sarah's tongue. Luckily there had been an unoccupied one right in front of her that could do so much more than sing Sarah's praises.

Greta was slightly put off by Heather's abrupt forcefulness, but that was hardly enough to stop her from feasting on the tasty pussy in front of her. She had thoroughly enjoyed Heather's pussy when she had been eating it before, so she didn't need any more reason than that to start licking.

"Mmmmmmmm fuck yeahhhhhhh! That's what I need," moaned Heather, reaching down to hold Greta's head in place. She was in a bit of an odd position as the only way she could get to Greta's mouth from where she was bent over so close to the wall was to press herself right up against the wall sideways and turn Greta's head.

Greta was a tad uncomfortable with the way her neck was stretching so she could eat out Heather, but she barely felt it as Sarah started to prod her asshole in an attempt to penetrate her. She was constantly moaning into Heather's pussy as Sarah managed to wriggle the tip of her pink organ inside her. Those moans turned up in volume as Sarah began to finger her neglected pussy, sliding one digit into her slippery gash.

All three strong, capable, independent women had devolved into their most primal, basest forms. No longer were they individuals who demanded respect and obedience from those around them. Now in their place were a triad of starving, needy bodies who needed the delights and pleasures they can only get from another woman. They were a three-link chain of shouts, groans, and moans joining in with the enduring sound of probing tongues and fingers on squishy holes.

Heather Chandler, once the most powerful and feared woman on any campus, who had married a man solely for his brain and the money she could make selling the idea's that flowed from it to the highest bidder and was now facing life and prison because of it, was grinding her pussy into the face of one of the women holding her prisoner.

Greta, who crippled the piece of gutter filth who had killed her brother, who has traveled the globe using the knowledge and skills she's cultivated over her short, difficult life in order to further protect the family she had failed so many years ago, was lapping up the pussy juices of a convicted criminal while another woman fucked both of her holes and loving every millisecond of it.

Sarah Walker, one of the most respected agents the NSA has ever produced, trained by the revered General Graham, with the most impressive successful mission log in the past 50 years, had her tongue and two fingers pumping into the asshole and pussy, respectively, of her fellow agent, and wondering why she hadn't done this the moment she met the other blonde.

Sarah didn't care about Heather. She didn't care about Chuck or her job or the massive amount of guilt she knew she was going to experience the moment this thing was over. She was completely focused on the here and now in the way only sex could make her, and right now, the only thing Sarah cared about was fucking this tight ass and pussy for as long as she could.

Which, judging by the way Greta was clenching around her tongue and fingers and how high pitched and frantic her muffled moans into Heather's pussy have become, would not be for much longer.

"I'm close! I so fucking close, Sarah! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" panted Greta, pulling away from Heather to both get some air and to egg Sarah on.

"You're one to talk about not stopping," growled Heather in frustration at Greta's pause, no matter how necessary it may be. Nothing mattered right now beside her own needs. She pulled Greta's hair into a ponytail, said, "Take a deep breath, blondie, 'cause you're not coming up until I do," before, after giving Greta a second to take a big gulp of air, shoved her face back down where it belonged.

"Ah fuck! Oh fucking fuck shit!" she panted as Greta pulled apart her labia with her fingers and wrapped her lips around her clit.

With her own orgasms almost upon her, Greta worked as hard as she could to bring Heather off. She took Heather at her word about not coming up for air, and she didn't want to be wiped out from cumming while still trying to bring Heather off with little air.

Sarah too sensed that this was a possibility of happening, because she slowed down slightly on her rimjob. She was now licking around Greta's asshole while maintaining her speed in her pussy with her fingers. Her thumb would rub Greta's clit and she would give an occasional poke with the tip of her tongue at the same time to keep her on edge, but she was now waiting. She was paying close attention to what Heather was saying in her delirious high, ready to get Greta off the moment the brunette did.  

"Oh fuckkkkk yesssssssssss make me come, bitch!" Heather demanded, gasping with every word as she kept a firm grip on Greta's hair just in case she had some crazy idea of stopping. "Mmmmm is this what they train you sluts to do? Ooooooh to be such hot fucks? Mmmmm to get us to confess by sucking it out of us!? Turning you good little girls into dirty fucking whore! AWWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!" she cried as Greta, tired of hearing this bitch talk, decided to just end it.

She had decided to copy Sarah and use her fingers to get Heather to cum, but instead of just using one or two, she had shoved four whole fingers into her. Greta would never had tried such rough, potentially hurtful fucking with Sarah, but she had a feeling this was something Heather would like.

Alas, she was wrong on that one.

Heather fucking loved it.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH HERE IT COMES YOU FUCKING BITCHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSS OOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GODDDDDDDDDD YESSSSS!!!" Heather howled into the small room, her voice easily echoing into the halls as she thrashed on the bed and her juices filled Greta's mouth. "OHHHHHHHHH SOOOOO GOOOD!!! AHHHHHH!!"

With Heather's screams the very loud starters gun she had been waiting for, Sarah promptly switched holes, putting one finger into Greta's well lubed ass hole while attacking her clit with her tongue.

"Ohhhhhh fuck yessssss," Greta groaned, her mouth still shiny with Heather's cum as she got closer and closer to the precipice. "So close Sarah! Sooooooo fucking clossssssse!!"

Heather had pulled away from Greta as soon as she had finished cumming so she was able to rest her head on her folded arms as she rocked back into Sarah's face and hand.

"Cum for me," said Sarah in a voice dripping with lust. "Cum from my mouth on your cunt and my fingers up your ass." She then pushed a second finger in Greta's ass as she wrapped her lips around her clit.

As Greta screamed out from the welcome addition in her ass, Sarah kept licking, letting the flavor of Greta's juices fill her mouth. She swallowed them whenever she could but kept her focus primarily on nursing Greta's clit. She wanted her to come so bad and everything she did had Greta rushing faster and faster to the edge until she jumped off and...

"OOOOOOH YEAHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Greta exploded with the force of a cannon. Her ass clenched around Sarah's two fingers while she thrashed on the cot, her nails ripping the fabric she was gripping it so hard.

Sarah was drinking Greta down like a wanderer in the desert finding a waterfall. It had only been a few weeks since her last girl orgasms, but it had seemed like a few years. She was pleasantly surprised to find that this Greta tasted roughly the same as her predecessor

'If all Greta's taste this good, then keep them coming,' she thought to herself adding with a small chuckle, 'I know I will.'

Finally a spent Greta pulled herself away from her amazing lover. And before Sarah could even wipe the excess cum from her face she found herself flat on her back.

"It's time for you to get fucked, Jenny," Heather said with a sneer as she tugged Sarah's shirt up. Sarah automatically raised her arms and let Heather throw her shirt aside. She instantly began working on Sarah's pants while the blonde unsnapped her bra and chucked it.

The whole time Heather stripped Sarah the two of them didn't share one kiss. There seemed to be a mutual unspoken understanding that this was a line they weren't going to cross. They could fuck each other all day and night and it would be nothing but carnal, primal lust that they could forget about as soon as it was over. Kissing was intimate. Even between to hated enemies, kissing would make this something it wasn't.

At long last Sarah had been stripped of her pants and panties, leaving herself as naked as the other two women. She was ready for Heather to fuck her. She had been dreaming of this moment for years, as much as she denied it.

Unfortunately there was a small hiccup when Heather froze where she was, on her knees at Sarah's feet.

"What are you waiting for? Eat my pussy," said Sarah, getting up on her elbows to see the less then happy look on her face.

"I'm not getting on my hands and knees and lap away at your cunt like a fucking dog!" barked an indignant Heather.

"You said you'd do it," snapped Sarah, referring to what Heather described her doing when convincing Sarah not to leave.

"I was just trying to get you in on this, you bimbo! I was never actually going to do it!" yelled Heather impatiently.

It was clear that Heather's ego was preventing her from getting in such a submissive position with. And it was plain that this was something in which she wasn't going to budge.

So Sarah came up with a compromise.

"Get on your back," she told Heather.

"Don't tell me what to do, Jenny," snapped Heather.

Sarah sighed. She didn't want to deal with Heather's pride right now. She just wanted to cum, and she wanted Heather to be the one to do it.

"Hold her down," said Sarah without tearing her eyes off of Heather.

"Hold who - "

Heather's question was cut off when Greta came from behind her and pulled her down by her shoulders.

"What the fuck?! Get off me you bitch!" she yelled, completely not caring that this woman just ate her out to an incredible orgasms a few minute ago.

"Sorry, Chandler. Orders," said Greta with a shrug and a smile as she struggled to hold down the angry woman.

Sarah knew she had to act fast. Greta wasn't that much stronger then Heather and it would only be a matter of seconds before she threw the tall blonde off.

Taking a hold of Heather's flailing legs, Sarah moved her body forward. She placed her left leg on top of Heather's right and put her own right leg behind her squirming soon-to-be lover.

Heather stopped fighting Greta's surprisingly firm grip on her shoulders as she realized what Sarah was trying to do.

"Ooooooooh yesssssssssssss rub my wet pussy with yours you fucking slut!" Heather groaned when Sarah began thrusting into her. "You want to feel our cummy cunts kiss each other? Want to get our fucking slut juices mixed together? Keep fucking me! Keep rubbing your cunt into mine! I want to feel our fucking cunts kiss!"

"Does this bitch ever shut her mouth," asked Greta from where she sat on the cot. She was watching the erotic show while doing some rubbing of her own.

"Not... that I ... know of..." answered Sarah in between gasps. She was clinging to Heather's leg as she humped Heather's pussy. The wet lips of both of their glisteningly pink cunts rubbed together but Sarah wanted more. She was so close and she wanted it to be as big as she could. Sarah pulled herself up to Heather's lap and shoved the brunette flat on her back. She mounted Heather as she would if she was wearing her strap-on and rubbed her pussy even harder with hers. With reflexes quick as lightning, heather opened up her legs for Sarah to have better access and she quickly found herself on the receiving end of Sarah's escalating desire.

"Fucking you," Sarah gasped as she gripped onto Heather's ass to steady herself. Her eyes were clenched shut as she grinded herself into Heather's pussy. "Fucking you! Fucking you!"

"Come on Jenny! Cum for me! Cum from grinding your dripping twat into mine and knowing that I'm the best fuck you've ever had!" taunted Heather, feeling her second orgasm building as Sarah was proving to be more than an adept lover. The animalistic way Sarah was fucking her, switching between grinding and fucking as she slammed their hips together was giving Heather such a high that she didn't even give a damn that Sarah seemed to have the power at the moment. All she wanted was to cum and to have Jenny Burton cum with her.

And Heather knew just what she needed to do to bring them both over the edge.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww yesssss fuck me..." Heather cried. "Rub your pussy on mine! I want it so fucking much! Make me cum Sarah!"

Sarah's eyes snapped open at the sound of her name coming from her rival's lips. She had only ever been Jenny to Heather and hearing her call her her proper name, the name to which she felt more attached to than any other, with lust dripping off every letter was just too much for her.

So when she thrust into Heather again, rubbing her swollen clit into Heather's own throbbing bud it finally sent her over the brink.

"AHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK!!!" she screamed as her pussy squirted her cum onto Heather's pussy and thighs, sending Heather into her own orgasm.

Heather tried to scream her pleasure, but before one syllable rolled off her tongue, she found herself muffled. Sarah had bent herself over and swallowed all of Heather's exclamations into her own mouth with a kiss. Not able to even remember her own name at the moment, non-the less some unspoken rule, Heather returned Sarah's kiss, acting in turn as Sarah's own muzzle.

The two high school enemies lay in each other's arms, pressed into each other with their mixed juices sliding down their sweaty bodies and dripping onto the floor while mere feet away Greta quietly brought herself to her own second orgasm.

When Sarah came down from her high she ended the kiss. Looking down at her enemy, Sarah once again felt what she had felt all those years ago: desire, envy, hatred, and lust. She knew that she would always hate and always want Heather at the same time and that there was nothing that she could do to change that.

"Well that was fun," said Heather with a devilish smirk. The same smirk she had when she had her jock boyfriend shove another boy into a locker. The same one she had when she stood in that locker room covered in blood, water, sweat, and grime as she bragged about how much she was looking forward to killing Sarah.

Without any warning, Sarah punched her square in the nose, knocking her out instantly.

As Heather's unconscious head lolled to the side, Sarah looked up at the shocked Greta. That shock quickly turned to impressed when Sarah said, "That's how you shut her up."

Half an hour later a fully clothed Sarah and Greta escorted a still unconscious Heather to the prison truck when it finally arrived. They made no mention or question of the prisoner's clearly broken nose.

When Heather was finally gone, Sarah slumped back into a chair, more relaxed then she had been in days.

"Good riddance," said Greta, sitting down next to her. "The girl may have a tasty pussy, but she's still crazier than a coked up crack head."

"Yeah, about that," said Sarah, more awkwardly then she wanted. "Everything that just happened, could you - "

"Keep it to myself?" Greta finished for her. "No problem. I know you've got a thing going with Bartowski. I don't want to fuck that up for you.

Sarah felt oddly touched by Greta's understanding.

"Thank you," she said. "I just want to try and stay loyal to him. I'd just like to put today behind me and not try and let it happen again."

At this Greta let out a little laugh and said, "I don't know about that."

Not looking the sound of that, Sarah turned to see Greta stand, showing off her long legs as she stretched. She didn't know if that was intentional or not, but Sarah was betting on the former.

"Now I don't know about you, but I feel all dirty from before. I'm going to get a shower," she said, turning to leave. As she reached the doorway leading to the showers she looked over her shoulder and said in a sweet and seductive voice, "You're welcome to join me," before disappearing from sight and leaving Sarah alone.

Sarah gulped at the thought of Greta standing under the steady stream of a shower. Greta had unknowingly hit upon one of Sarah's favorite kinks: sex in the shower.

She shook her head, trying to shake away the images popping in her head. She got up and made her way to the group of monitors near the front, ready to contact Beckman and update her on Heather.

She made her report, leaving out a few details of course. The general was pleased at how well things had gone with her and Heather.

"You and Agent Greta make a good team, Agent Walker," said the General. "Well done."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Sarah.

"Tell Agent Greta to contact me about her reassignment and then go home, Walker. You've earned a good night's rest," ordered Beckman.

"Yes, ma'am," said Sarah as Beckman ended the transmission.

'Telling Greta to wait means I have to talk to her. In the shower,' thought Sarah, seeming to conveniently forgetting that she could just wait until Greta was done as the pictures she had shaken away came flooding back.

"Fuck it," she said to no one giving in as she turned to follow Greta.

She'd make it up to Chuck later.

***Six Months Later***

It was with a great sigh of relief that Sarah closed her front door, resting against its sturdy frame. She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back slightly against the hard wood, letting the days exhaustion wash over after keeping it at bay for so long.

It hadn't been a hard day. By all definitions of the word it had been the easiest, most relaxing day she's ever had.

And that in there lay the problem.

Sarah had never been a relaxer. She had never been one to just go off by herself and have a day just for her. She could manage a few hours by herself, reading or just doing whatever she felt like doing, but eventually in the day she always needed to spend time with someone.

It was very rare in her line of work to get a full day off, but General Beckman had insisted on it. Unless there was some unavoidable catastrophe, Sarah had been ordered away from Castle for 24 hours.

Any other week and Sarah would have been ecstatically eager to have a full day away from spy stuff. She would be able to just lie in bed with Chuck, or go out for a lovely day long date, or go out with the whole Bartowski family (Chuck, Ellie, Devon, their baby girl Clara, and Chuck and Ellie's long lost, recently found mother Mary, with Morgan and his girlfriend Alex tagging along) and have a nice walk along the boardwalk. There would be nothing Sarah would love more than to be a part of this family she felt more a part of every passing day.

But fate was a fickle, mean-spirited bitch.

The day Sarah had been assigned mandatory leave for just so happened to coincide with the Bartowski's family trip to Disneyland. They would be gone three days and Sarah's day off was smack dab in the middle of it. She wouldn't be able to drive all the way out there, hook up with everyone, have fun, then drive back home all in one day to be back in time for work tomorrow.

Upon hearing about Sarah's ill timed vacation Chuck offered to come home by himself and spend the day with her. And while there was literally nothing on Earth she would love more than to be with Chuck, she didn't want to take this opportunity away from him.




Sarah vs. the Vow



It had been years since Chuck and Ellie had been able to do a family outing larger than just the two of them. They had been so looking forward to having this time with their mother and little Clara. Sarah, of course, been offered the chance to come, but she didn't want to leave Casey in the lurch if something happened. Even with all the additional undercover agents in the Buy More above Castle, Sarah didn't trust anyone else to watch her partner's back.

So with great regret, but a huge smile on her face to mask it, Sarah had waved Chuck and her family off, wishing them a great time.

Now she's returned to an empty home after a long day of doing nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She went to the gym, done some running around the block a few time, did some grocery shopping, and was now home at 3 o'clock in the afternoon with nothing to do.

"If this is a normal life, give me abnormal anytime," said Sarah to her empty home. She entered the main sitting area, placed her groceries on the kitchen table, and then went to the fridge for a drink.

Sarah had never been one to drink in the middle of the day before, but then again she had never been presented with the opportunity before. For the past decade she had always been basically on the clock all day, every day.

Sarah had just been about to begin to unpack the groceries when she heard it. A slight rustling noise from down the hall. She froze as she looked over her shoulder, straining her ears for another noise, another sound that didn't belong. Anything that might mean --

Another, louder, jostling sound.

Someone was here.

Whipping her head around, all thoughts of beer and groceries wiped from her mind, Sarah quickly bent down and pulled out the gun strapped to her ankle.

Slowly, Sarah made her way down the hallway, ready for anything that might pop out.

She didn't know who could've been able to enter her and Chuck's home without setting off any alarms. There were sensors and cameras all over the apartment and the complex whenever they both were gone. Casey should've been alerted the moment anyone unknown stepped foot in her home.

There were four doors down the hallway. One of them was a closet, one the bathroom, one was her and Chuck's room, the last was the guest bedroom, which used to be first Ellie and Devon's room, then Morgan's until he moved out.

The first door she came upon was the hallway closet. Slowly, while still keeping her gun level, she reached out for the handle. With a quick mental countdown, she swung open the door and was met with... no one. It was empty.

Not letting her guard down, Sarah quietly closed the door and continued down the hall.

The next two doors were tricky. They were the bathroom and her room. The reason they were tricky was that they were directly opposite from each other, so she would have to keep her back to one door as she opened the other.

Wanting to hold that off as long as possible, Sarah swiftly bypassed both doors and made her way to the guest room, which she discovered also to be empty.

Now she had a fifty/fifty chance. She had to pick which room was more likely to have someone in it.

As she cautiously made her way towards the parallel doors, Sarah made her decision. Her room had ground level, large windows easy enough for some to just walk through, plus with had a closet to hide in. It was the more likely there than the bathroom.

Backing up a step, Sarah steadied her breathing, and after another silent countdown, kicked open the door.

"Hands in the air!" she demanded of her unknown target as she rushed into the room.

"I don't think that will be necessary, Agent Walker," said a woman from where she sat in Chuck's chair in the corner of the room. She was a thin, waifish woman with long brunette hair. Her skin tone was a mixture of some kind that Sarah hadn't seen before. But the most striking thing about her was what she was wearing: a white button-down, slightly frilly blouse with a grey tie and short black skirt, complete with the obligatory long, slender legs coming from the bottom; A Buy More Nerd Herder outfit.

"What the hell?" she asks, completely taken aback at this strange woman's attire keeping her gun on the woman.

"I thought this might get your attention. Glad to see I was right about you," said the woman, no trace of any emotion on her face or in her voice. She was just a blank slate.

"Who are you and what are you doing here/ How did get in with triggering the alarm?" asked Sarah, not letting this woman's strange behavior get to her.

"Oh please. You class that school bell of a system your security? Your alarms were easier to figure out than a two piece jigsaw puzzle," scoffed the woman. "And I'm not surprised you don't know who I am. We've never actually met. You were busy then."

A memory flashed through Sarah's mind, one of Casey remarking on how the latest member of Operation Greta had tried to kill Jeff and Lester. How disappointed he had been in her seeing how they had worked together on a pervious mission and he had high respect for her.

"Greta," said Sarah. It was a statement, not a question.

"The one and only," said the now identified woman. "Well, almost one and only," she added after a moment's pause.

"What the hell are you doing here?" asked Sarah as she lowered her gun, but not letting it go. She may have a better understanding on who this woman was now, but that still doesn't mean Sarah's just going to completely drop her guard. Casey told her how this Greta might have a few screws loose.

"Well, like I said, you and I never had a chance to meet before," said Greta while crossing her right leg over her left, drawing Sarah's attention to the long, naturally tanned expanse of (what was clear to Sarah in her years of exploring women's legs up close and personal) what were clearly dancer's legs. "And I thought that was a shame, because I had heard so much about you," said Greta with what had to be the most smug look Sarah had ever seen on a person who wasn't smiling. She had clearly noticed Sarah's wondering eyes.

"Heard about me from whom?" asked Sarah, ignoring the look in Greta's eyes. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. Even though the smaller woman hadn't said or done anything to really cause Sarah to much concern, she was still getting a familiar vibe from her. A vibe she hadn't felt in months.

Now for the first time a small smirk appeared on Greta's face as the corner of her mouth slightly curved upwards.

"From the other Greta's, of course. They just absolutely raved about you and I had to see for myself if what they said was true. If you lived up to the hype," she said.

Sarah's heart began to beat a little faster at this slight admission. She had been afraid of this and the mention of the other two Greta's confirmed it. Now she was being confronted with was she was 100% certain was to be another temptation and she honestly didn't know what she was going to do about it.

"And what..." Sarah broke off to clear her throat as it had become suddenly dropped into a much lustier tone, "and what did these other Greta's tell you about me that was so fascinating."

Getting to her feet and to her full, not very impressive height, Greta moved closer to Sarah.

It was remarkable, that in a room this small and with such a short distance separating the two agents that it seemed to take forever for Greta to fully approach the taller blonde. It was as if she was moving in slow motion and Sarah could make out every detail on her: How her shirt was just a little too small for her and that when she moved she exposed a sliver of her smooth, olive stomach to Sarah's eyes; the slight looseness of her tie and how Sarah could see that beneath the knot, Greta had neglected to button up, only giving the slightest of hints as too what hid beneath the rest of the stark white top; her sharp brown eyes were practically glowing as she got closer to her target with each passing second until there was only a few inches separating her and Sarah's.

Now she was standing right smack dap in front of Sarah was the blonde agent, towering above Greta with a good 6 inches, could see how easily the shorter woman's eyes were devouring Sarah's face as eagerly as Sarah had been seconds before.

"They told me, Agent Walker, that if I ever wanted to have my pussy eaten better than anyone ever could, to give you a visit," said Greta in a soft, equally lust filled voice that she made no attempt to get rid o

And then, almost as if she were having a sort-of out of body experience watching if from a afar as it happened, Greta moved forward, straining her neck upwards to meet her lips with Sarah's in a soft, gentle kiss.

'I need to stop this! I need to push her away and get this crazy woman out of my home!'

These thoughts and others just like them flashed through Sarah's brain like giant neon signs. This can't happen. She was with Chuck and wanted to be loyal to him. It wouldn't be the first woman that she would reject out of loyalty, so she knows she can do it.

But there was something different this time. Something that set it apart from almost every other kiss she's ever had with a woman that made her want to stay.

Ever since she'd discovered her desire for women, and particularly since she'd joined the NSA, Sarah had always been the aggressor in her female relationships. With men she let them be aggressive and take charge, but with women it was different. She always wanted to be in control. Carina, Lou, Sarah, Jill, Hannah; So many of her lovers had been targets of lustful seduction on her part. Some of them may have come back for more and taken charge, but it was always because she, Sarah, had made the first move that first time that these women wanted more, and eventually ended up dominating her on certain occasions.

All of those seductions had been fast and lust filled. She had talked her target into wanting her then pounced, spending the following hours fucking them to as many orgasms as she could.

It had been years since a woman had just taken their time and slowly kissed her. But not here was Greta. And there were no hands in her hair or on her neck keeping her in place, no teeth nipping at her lips, no tongue seeking willing entrance into her mouth. It was just another pair of soft lips pressed lightly against her own in a series of soft kisses.

Against her better judgment and with those signs in her mind getting dimmer, Sarah dropped her gun to the bed so she could reach up and lightly place her hands on Greta's sides. She didn't grip onto her shirt to bring her closer, nor did she slip her hands under to feel her warm skin. She just slowly, softly moved her hands in small circles, pressing into Greta's skin through her shirt as she finally began to kiss back.

Sarah began to meet Greta's lips with her own, keeping everything entirely G-rated for now. This was so new, but it also felt so easy. Just like riding a bike.

Greta smiled into the kisses when Sarah finally started to get involved. She had been worried that this wouldn't happen, but it looks like she worried for nothing.

'It looks like she was right. Slow and steady,' thought Greta with immense satisfaction. 'Now to win the race.'

"How was that," she asked as she pulled her lips away, but making no motion to dislodge Sarah's still stroking hands. "Was it good as you remember?"

Sarah blushed. She still wasn't used to being in this position of being the seduced. After all her years of being the one in control now she felt like that blushing virgin in the nurse's office all those years ago, completely off guard as Mrs. Brown leaned in, not caring about the braises or the mess of unkempt hair as she gave Sarah her first kiss.

For a girl whose eyes had only ever looked at boys, this small kiss had been a revelation. She had never once thought of girls before, but now she was wondering why not as Mrs. Brown encouraged her to kiss back. She then made Sarah as comfortable and as loved as she could as she slowly stripped Sarah of first her clothes and then her virginity.

Mrs. Brown had unleashed the woman inside of Sarah she never knew was there and, with her father's incarceration and her recruitment into the NSA not long afterwards, had made the first truly profound impact on her life. She had no longer been a scraggly, loser daughter of a conman. She was now a beautiful, powerful woman who could have anyone she desired.

Now, after all these years of being on top, here was Greta, a woman Sarah knew almost nothing about, turning her back into the awkward teen she hadn't been for so long.

But if Sarah was going to go through with this, and there was still a part of her that was telling her that she shouldn't, than she was going to give as good as she can get.

"It was great," Sarah finally answered with a confident smile through her blush. "You're a good kisser.

"I know," said Greta without any modesty. "You're far from the first person to rave about my skills."

"And were the other Greta's some of those praising your fake name?" Sarah asked with a playful smirk totally at odds with the hard ass agent who had kicked her own door in not 5 minutes ago.

"Of course," answered Greta at once. "Those two were the ones who gave me the idea to seek you out."

That part was partially true. There was someone else who had wanted Greta to go after Sarah and had told her the best way to get her, but the blonde didn't need to know about that yet. But she had gotten the initial idea from the two previous female Greta's who had been assigned to the Buy More before her.

"I may have to thank them the next time I see them, then," said Sarah with a grin before she took Greta by surprise and kissed her.

The shorter agent had expected more coaxing before Sarah started to give without prompting from her. 'But this is much better' she thought as she opened her mouth to allow Sarah's tongue access.

As the two women's tongues became acquainted Greta remembered when she had been first told about Sarah and when her obsession began.

She had been on two different assignments with the former Greta's, one in Brazil the other in Pakistan, but between snacking on the delights that lay between Greta's legs, they both had the same advice: swing 'round Burbank and hook up with Agent Walker. Even though they both had different experiences with Sarah (one hadn't even made it past second base), they both knew what was being suppressed under that domestic bliss and they knew Walker was doing herself more harm than good in denying it.

Always in the mood for some good sex, Greta took her predecessors' advice and volunteered for Operation Greta. She used the pretense of wanting to work with Major Casey again for those who asked why, but she only had one objective in mind: Get into Sarah Walker's pants.

Unfortunately for her Sarah had been occupied and away on a mission during Greta's time in the Buy More. This pissed her off to no end and she almost took her anger out on those two imbeciles that worked there before Major Casey caught her and sent her home.

Never one to give up on a mark, Greta waited patiently, keeping her ear to the ground for when Walker's life would be less complicated and thus allowing her to make her move with no distractions.

She also sought out the advice of the one agent who probably knew Walker best, Carina Miller. And if everything Greta had heard was true, the two agent's were closer than mere friends.

She had found Carina in a hotel in Paris and, after a small scuffle that left both of them bruised and most of the furniture damaged if not destroyed, she convinced the ginger agent that all she wanted was to fuck Sarah.

It seemed that the previous Greta's weren't the only ones who knew that Sarah was lying to herself.

"Thank god! I've been trying to get into her pants for weeks. It's like ever since she's hooked up with the accountant she's been wearing a fucking chastity belt!" Carina had exclaimed with relief.

After that Carina had been all too eager in telling Greta the proper way of seducing Sarah Walker. She was apparently hoping some new temptation will get Sarah to stray from the Bartowski path.

But first she wanted to take Greta for a test run. "Make sure you're good enough for her. Don't want some novice fumbling around down their like a 16 year old in the back of his daddy's car," she said with a smirk as, bruises forgotten, she closed the distance between the two of them with a kiss.

Greta was more than eager to pass this test.

Now here she was: the drama with Bartowski's mother, Volkoff, and Sarah's undercover mission was behind them, the entire house was empty for the whole weekend except for the blonde herself, and she had said blonde in her arms, her resolve seeming to melt away by the second.

Pushing thoughts of the other two Greta's from her mind for now, she focused her attention solely on Sarah.

Breaking the make out session for much needed air, Greta was happy to see Sarah's lips trying to catch hers again.

"I think someone's a little eager," said Greta with a chuckle. "Oohhh" she gasped in surprise as Sarah's hands suddenly found themselves on Greta's shoulders before pushing her back. Greta stumbled for a second before the back of her legs hit the mattress directly behind her and she found herself sprawled on the soft, cotton sheets of the forgot-to-be-made bed.

"Make that very eager," amended Greta with a smirk as she scooted back up on the bed to place herself on the pillows as Sarah joined her on the bed. But instead of crawling up and joining her at the top of the bed to continue their mouth-to-mouth fun like Greta thought she would, Sarah started her journey farther south.

"Mmmmm," Greta moaned as Sarah gently lifted her right leg and began to place kisses all over her ankles and the top of her foot visible from her heel. Then she truly showed that she was a multi tasker as, not missing a second of lip-to-skin contact she hurriedly undid her heel before throwing it off the bed.

She then switched to her left foot and repeated herself, quickly having her left heel join its twin on the floor in the beginnings of what will be a pile of forgotten clothing.

With both of Greta's feet happily freed from the comfy and stylish prisons, Sarah began to ever-so-slowly climb the long stems that Greta called her legs.

Greta squirmed where she lay, burying her head in the pillows as she experienced pleasure she had never expected.

She had thought that thanks to Sarah's self-induced celibacy she would be eager to jump right to the good stuff. That she would act like a guy back from a long trip and go directly for her tits of, more importantly, her pussy. But it seemed that Sarah wanted to indulge herself in all that was Greta, and it's not like the shorter agent was going to complain.

For Sarah, this was like coming home after a long trip.

No, scratch that.

This was like a recovering heroin addict finding a giant stash hidden under the floorboards of his basement. She knows she shouldn't give in, but now that she has, she's going to enjoy every second of it.

It's been too long since Sarah has had a woman like this: lying back on her bed; chest arched out in ecstasy, a series of eager pleas flowing from her lovers mouth, encouraging Sarah not to stop; and the bountiful softness of her warm skin as Sarah used her lips, tongue, teeth, and hands to taste, touch, and mark what felt like every inch of Greta's legs.

This was something she could never have with Chuck, as much as she loved him and loved fucking him. She could never take her sweet time building up his arousal and excitement, at least with something other than his dick or with the tease of her own body. She could never lick the back of his knee like she was just doing with Greta and have him ask her to do it again.