3 comments/ 17399 views/ 2 favorites The Talent Scout Ch. 02 By: julybear7 This begins in the middle of the closing conversation of part 1. It is categorized as Loving Wives simply to keep the story together in the story lists. It contains non-cons, romance, erotic coupling, group, and lesbian sex scenes, and hints at gay sex. As well, since it concerns making a sex tape, there is also the voyeuristic/exhibitionist element. There is also a scene about a strip club and a panty party. I gather there are some readers who don't like it when genres are combined. Sorry, my fantasies aren't like that. Hope you enjoy this. Jb7 * (Uncharacteristically, and against the protocol she had learned, only Joe called at the door for her, while Harry stayed behind the wheel, with the motor running. When she got to the limo, Joe got in the back seat with her and instructed Harry to start driving. The young agent skillfully pulled the large car into traffic. "Stop, Harry, and turn the motor off," ordered Mikki. "Keep moving, kid," instructed Joe, putting his hand on Mikki's knee. "Harry, unless you want to spend the next two years cleaning prisoners' toilets at Gitmo, stop this fucking car and turn off the motor." Mikki reached down and grabbed Joe's wrist. Harry pulled the limo to the curb "As for you, Joe, get your ass up front where it belongs right now, or, starting tomorrow, you will spend the rest of your professional life as Special Agent in Charge at the embassy in Central Africa with the highest combined incidence of Ebola and HIV. Do I make myself clear?" Joe's face clouded with anger. Mikki saw him glance at her purse. With a small laugh, she chided Joe, "It's in the mail. Smitty said he didn't trust you, and, I guess, rightly so. Get up front, Joe. If you don't, you know I can and will do what I said." while her tone was conversational, her voice and her eyes were like steel. "I know I owe you guys more than a simple thank you. The other day exceeded all my desires. So much so, we're coming back next week. And we're bringing my good friend, Jodi. So, Joe, what's it going to be, Ebola and HIV, or Jodi?") (from pt 1) Joe sat there, not moving, looking at Mikki, anger and desire flooding his emotions—desire to push her down on the back seat of the limo and fuck her brains out; desire to slap her silly then push her down...desire to... "Joe!" It was Harry. The voice of the younger agent broke into Joe's consciousness. "Joe, take your hands off her and get up front, or I'll have to take you into custody for attempted assault." "You'll what?" Joe exploded, turning away from Mikki to look at the agent, still sitting in the driver's seat. "You heard me. Right now, your behavior is bordering on criminal. If our positions were reversed, you'd already have me in cuffs, and you know it. Get your ass up here, now. I'm assuming command, and will have to report your actions when we get back to D.C." "Thank you, Harry," said Mikki in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry, Joe, but he's right. Go on, now. Get up front." Joe looked at her, a sinking feeling in his gut. He had been in the Service for nearly twenty years. "I...I...Sorry, Mikki. I don't know what got into me." The senior agent opened the door and got out of the back seat of the limo and took the shotgun position. The drive back to D.C. was quiet and without incident. Charlie Morgan, Supervising Director of Special Service Agents, looked at his phone in surprise. The special ring tone alerted him to an incoming call on a line known only to a dozen and a half people around the world, and couldn't mean anything good. However, since it wasn't the panic line, his secretary intercepted the call. A few minutes later, she came through his office door, an enigmatic look on her face. She handed him a written message. "Interesting," was her only comment. "What do you..." He fell silent when he read the message, "Horse, call me this morning. I'm at the TalentSearch office in Towson. Jacko." Charlie had a flash back to his college days, when he was part of TalentSearch's 'stable' of male extras, on call to assist in auditions for roles in the XXX film industry, which was beginning to burgeon with the introduction of the internet. His smile prompted Shelly, his 40-something secretary to ask, "How do you know Smitty?" Charlie looked at her, shocked and bemused. "I, uhh, did some... acting for him when I was in college. How do you know him?" Shelly blushed, and hesitated a moment before answering. "My major in college, at the University of Illinois, in Chicago, was drama. When I graduated, I saw an ad announcing general auditions for film roles, and gave them a call. "The first audition went well. Smitty had me read several selections, comedy, melodrama, adventure, you know. Several weeks later, he called me and said some producers had expressed an interest, and asked me to come in for another reading. By that time, he was here, in Towson, and offered to pay for the trip. "When I got to his studio, he explained that the producers were impressed by my reading, and by my looks, but that they wanted to see my 'goods,' as he put it. I asked what he meant, and he said they wanted to see me naked. "I started to object, when he said it would be just the two of us in the studio, and he'd talk me through it. He told me if I couldn't do that with him, I didn't have much of a chance in films. He told me that three quarters of the non-starring roles were filled on the couch." Shelly paused, a small smile on her face. "So, I stripped for him, on camera, and practiced the casting couch...role off camera. He put me up for a couple of weeks, while I applied for jobs here in D.C., after he convinced me I wasn't cut out for Hollywood. Besides finding a new career, it was one of the best...few weeks I ever spent." Her smile broadened. "How about you; did you ever assist anyone who became famous?" It was Charlie's turn to blush. "A couple of them. I guess the best known was DiDi Hills, named for her...more noticeable physical assets." Shelly laughed. "I remember her. It was like almost every time she entered a scene, she came from the side of the camera as they focused on her tits. You did her? Wow, boss! Did your wife know?" "Shit, no! Neither did anybody else, except Smitty." Charlie slumped back in his chair, and was silent a few seconds. "Hell, I haven't heard from him in ten years, and that was a bump and run out in L.A. Why would he be calling me now? Call him back, will you? Maybe I'll ask him for copies of our tapes," he said with a smile. "Just yours. You can see mine in the flesh anytime, boss," she answered, her hips swaying gently as she left the room. "Jacko, Charlie Morgan. How the hell are you?" " Charlie, you old horn dog! You've come up in the world, no pun intended." Charlie laughed. "Yeah, a bit, for a while. Until the Administration changes, anyway. What's going on?" "I hear you're in charge of the detail that escorts Bob Gilbert's wife around. That so?" "Yeah," he answered, puzzled. There weren't that many people outside of government circles who were aware of the chain of command in the Service. "Why?" "I had occasion to observe them in a, uhh, situation which called for some, mmm, finesse and gentleness from the older guy. I think his name is Joe. He wasn't as attuned to her needs as he should have been; in fact, he was almost abusive. Worse than that, I suspect he has tried to, ahh, force his attentions on her since then." Charlie was quiet for several seconds as he digested what Smitty had told him. "Uhh, Smitty, is this all tied up, somehow, with your work?" "Confidential?" Charlie snorted before answering, "Yeah." "Do you need any clarification?" "Jack, what in hell were you thinking? She's Bob Gilbert's wife, the..." "I know what he does. She came to me, asking for one of my 'adult' auditions. When I suggested including her agents, she agreed. After seeing how he treated her, I put a bug in her purse, and heard him, well not him, heard her tell him to take his hands off her and get back in his usual seat. The younger agent had to threaten to arrest him before he complied." "Shit!" Charlie took a deep breath and blew it out through his nose, massaging his forehead. "Okay, I'll call her and see what she wants done. Is she all done with you?" "No. She wants to bring a woman she thinks is sleeping with her husband back for some payback." Smitty laughed. "Would the Horse, be interested in helping her out?" "Christ, Jack, keep quiet about that. I spent a lot of years burying that past. Do you know what kind of shit I'd be in if people learned I used to..." "Take it easy, Charlie. Nobody's going to find out from me. And, as long as you follow directions and don't try to take advantage of the women, I can guarantee your anonymity." "You can, huh? Then why...shit, just the possibility of doing Mikki Gilbert has me flustered. She's gotta be one of, if not the hottest of the Washington wives. Hell, why not? I'm single again. When?" "Be here Wednesday morning, around 11, so we can get you in costume." Mikki hit the play button on the house phone answering machine. There had been about a dozen calls, most from Jodi. She was surprised when she got the message from Charlie Morgan, the Special Services Agent who supervised her bodyguards, asking her to call him back as soon as practicable. "Agent Morgan, this is Mikki Gilbert. You asked me to call you." "Ahhh, yes, Mrs Gilbert. I had a call this morning suggesting that one of your agents might have been, mmm, less than respectful toward you recently, and I was calling to see if that were true, and if so, what you would like done about it." "I see. Can you tell me the source of your information?" "He left the name of John Smith." Mikki smiled. "So, possibly an alias, but not necessarily. Yes, Joe Dick, the older of my two regular escorts was," she hesitated, "difficult this morning before we started back from Baltimore. Actually, I was planning to call you this afternoon to request someone new." "Hmm. Mr Smith said he had reason to believe the agent made unwanted overtures toward you..." "Mr Smith seems to know a lot ..." "He told me he had bugged your purse. He apparently was afraid for your safety." "You know who Mr Smith is?" "Yes, Ma'am. Several years ago, I worked with him on a few occasions." "Then, you know..." "All he told me was that your visit to him was confidential, and was at your request. That's all I need to know about that. Was Agent Dick out of line at any time?" "Yes. I contracted with Mr Smith to make a birthday present for my husband. He suggested that my two agents might be willing to participate in the... activities. Agent Dick thought that doing so gave him certain liberties. The other agent, Agent Pieters, had to remind him that it did not. "I would rather not have to deal with Agent Dick anymore, but, up to now, he's been very helpful and I wouldn't want to see his record tarnished at all because of a momentary lapse." "I understand, Ma'am. I'll take care of it. Agent Dick will remain on duty for the balance of his shift with you today, and there will be someone new tomorrow." "That's fine, Agent Morgan. Thank you." Saturday afternoon, in a quiet bar she knew, Mikki waited until the waitress had set their drinks down and went on her way. She took a sip, checking the taste of her dirty martini. With an unconscious nod, she put the glass down and looked at her companion, Jodi, taking a sip of her white wine spritzer. "How long have we known each other?" Mikki asked the slightly younger blonde. "Oh, god, almost forever! I was a sophomore in college. It was moving in day, and we were assigned to the same room at the sorority house. What was that, fourteen, fifteen years ago. Why?" "A long time to be friends. We know everything, practically, about each other, and practically nothing. I'd trust you with my deepest secret, but wouldn't think of leaving you alone with my husband." Jodi laughed. "I'm not sure which of us that reflects on, your husband or me." Mikki joined the laughter. "Both, probably." She paused to take a sip of her drink. "I'm not sure how to ask this. In the past, sometimes obviously as a joke, and sometimes not so obviously, so it was hard to tell if you were serious or not, you've intimated you'd like to join Bob and me in bed." "Mikki, I..." Jodi started, flustered. Mikki reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around her friend's hand. "Hear me out. Several times over the past few years, Bob has hinted that he'd like to watch me with another couple, a man and a woman." She hesitated and took a deep breath. " Would you like to be that woman?" She let out the breath, which seemed to come from her toes. A nervous laugh escaped her. "Wow! I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get that out." Jodi looked at her as if she were waiting for the punch line to a joke. When there was nothing but silence for a long minute, she shook her head. "You're serious. But...How...Why..." Mikki interrupted. "Bob has a birthday coming up. I thought I'd create a video of the two of us with a guy I know of, a film producer my sister put me in touch with. I've seen some of his work and it's good. Last week, I approached him, and he's willing. The only other person who would have to be involved would be his photographer, errr, cameraman. "The man involved would be masked, as would you, if that's what you wanted. Bob wouldn't care about seeing the guy's face, but he'd go ape if you were masked until the end and then took it off." Jodi felt her quim opening up, causing more than a little tingle between her thighs. "God, you've really looked into this, haven't you? It sounds so hot. When were you thinking of doing it? Don't tell me this afternoon." She forced a laugh and took a large sip of wine. Her hints to join Mikki and Bob over the past few years had been a real representation of her desires. But joining Mikki with some other guy, someone she didn't know from Adam, She wasn't totally sure about that. She hadn't done anything like that since her college days. Mostly on impulse, she picked up her drink and nodded. "Sure; why not? I'm not seeing anyone right now, so there's noone to get upset if I screw some anonymous prick." She drained her drink and signaled the waitress for another. "The producer said he'd hold Wednesday afternoon open for me. I'll call and confirm the time, but he said he'd have everything ready for a one p.m. shoot, as he put it. I'll pick you up about half past eleven; okay?" Jodi nodded. Tuesday afternoon, Mikki had alerted her agents that she wanted to drive to Baltimore in the morning, and they should pick her up around eleven, She was down from her twentieth floor condo at eleven sharp. "We need to pick up Mrs Spearman; she lives in Winston Tower. Do you know where that is?" she asked, addressing Kyle, the new agent, who was driving. He assured her that he did know the new apartment building and got them there with time to spare. She sent him up to get Jodi. While he was gone, she reminded Harry of their destination. "Do you remember how to get there?" "Oh, yes, ma'am. No disrespect, but it would be a hard place to forget after last week." "I know I suggested last week that your services might be needed again this week, but Mr. Smith has informed me he thinks it better if you and Agent Michaels aren't involved. I believe he has arranged for your, umm, companions from last week to entertain you this afternoon." Harry's face broke into a huge grin. "Again, ma'am, no disrespect, but that'll be just fine. I agree with Mr Smith; it's best if Kyle and I aren't involved in the film any more. Tell him we said thanks for the, umm, entertainment." Mikki laughed. "I will be glad to pass that on. I think you should drive us there. That will be better than trying to give Agent Michaels directions. Ahhh! Here they come." Like he had a bit over a week ago, Smitty was sitting on his desk, drinking a cup of coffee while waiting for Mikki and her entourage. Charlie was down in the dressing room, getting into costume with Rico's help. He watched as the Caddy limo turned into the plaza parking lot and pulled up to the door. This time he went out to open the door on the passenger side of the long car. He helped Mikki exit, then turned to extend a hand to her companion. Jodi ignored his hand and stepped out of the limo. She was as tall as Mikki, at five-ten, but that's where the similarity ended. Where Mikki's coloring reflected her Hispanic roots, Jodi was as blonde as her Swedish mother, with eyes nearly as blue as a sapphire. While Mikki would be described as voluptuous, Jodi was lean and lanky. Her pullover sweater barely revealed her small A-cup breasts. Her Slavic heritage was stamped on her face, with her broad flat forehead and high cheekbones, with a wide mouth, dimpled at each end when she smiled. Both women were strikingly beautiful, each in their own way. "Smitty, we should get inside," Mikki said softly. He nodded and led the way. Inside, he turned to Harry. "The girls are waiting for you at the Bide-a-Bit. I understand they have arranged for you to attend a rather unique party. Stay open minded and enjoy yourselves. Just be back tomorrow at five." Kyle looked worried. "Uhh, Mrs Gilbert..." "It's okay, Agent Michaels. Mr Smith is on my list of safe places. Just have Agent Pieters back here tomorrow at five o'clock, ready to drive us back to Washington. I don't know what entertainment Mr Smith has arranged for you two tonight, but I'm sure Harry will take full advantage of it. You should, too. You're single, aren't you?" The young agent nodded. "Good. I'm told your companions this evening are especially attractive. Enjoy yourselves." With a grin, Harry asked, "Is that an order, Ma'am?" Mikki, Jodi and Smitty laughed in reply and ushered the agents out of the shop. "Smitty, this is my friend, Jodi Spearman. She has agreed to be the other woman in our film." "Pleased to meet you, Jodi. Has Mikki told you anything about the film we're about to make?" Jodi looked at Mikki, and shook her head. "She told me she wants to keep your identity secret until the end, so you and I will be wearing masks throughout most of the filming. "Mikki, you said you wanted to start by performing oral on the two of us, and end up getting fucked by both of us. Do you want Jodi to use a strap on, or just a hand held dildo?" "Oh! I, uh, hadn't really thought about that. What do you think Jodi?" "Unh, I think if it was me, I'd choose the strap on, or maybe a double ended one, if it's available," she replied, looking at Smitty. "Yeah, I have a selection of those. No problem. Now, Jodi, besides being eaten by Mikki, and fucking her, do you have any limits on your participation? Are you willing to let me fuck you? Do you do anal? If Mikki uses the dildo on you, are you up for a dp experience?" Jodi's stomach fluttered. Although she went by Mrs, she was and always had been single. She hadn't been with a man since the second semester of her sophomore year in college, and with only a few women since then. "Uh, as long as you take the time to prepare me properly, yes to all the above. When Mikki asked me to help her, I decided I wouldn't put up any limits. Maybe I should have thought it through a little more," she replied with a nervous laugh. Smitty smiled at her. "Don't worry; we want this to be enjoyable for everyone. The plot is that Mikki has come for an audition. You, Jodi, are my assistant, to be called on for help as needed. We all start out clothed, but you two will go commando and braless. Questions?" "The masks," Mikki said. "I'll bring Jodi's to your dressing room as soon as I get mine on. Let's go down now, and I'll show you to the dressing room." Smitty led them to the elevator, and then to the women's dressing room. The Talent Scout Ch. 02 "Go ahead and get your underwear off. I'll be just a few minutes." The dressing room was not especially attractive, comprised of a double row of cubby-style lockers, back to back, fronted by a couple of long benches, with a double row of clothes hooks on the walls facing the lockers. Although the room was painted a pale orchid color, it did nothing to alleviate the tension Jodi was beginning to feel. Mikki noticed the tension in her friend's face. "Are you okay with this, Jodi?" "Huh? Oh, yeah; just nerves. It's been a few years since I've done anything like this, sex with an absolute stranger, and the last time wasn't what you'd call a real good time." As she spoke, Jodi removed her bra without taking off her sweater, then took off her panties from under her skirt. Mikki had unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra one arm at a time. She sat down to remove her slacks and panties. She was about to ask Jodi what she had meant by her last statement when Smitty knocked at the door. "Smitty? C'mon in. Nothin' here you haven't seen, or won't see in a few minutes." He came into the locker room, his face covered by a leather hood, with eye holes, which covered the top half of his face. Another was visible in his hand. "You two ready?" he asked, grinning at Mikki's semi nudeness. He looked at Jodi. "Turn around so I can adjust this in the back." When Jodi was turned, he handed a long velcro strap to Mikki and signaled she should be ready to secure Jodi's wrists. "Okay, sweetheart, I'm going to slip the hood over your head now. You should close your eyes. Sometimes the leather can be a little coarse and scratchy." Jodi nodded her understanding and closed her eyes. When she felt Smitty adjusting the straps at the back of her head, she tried to open her eyes, only to discover she had been blindfolded. "What..." she started and felt a ball gag pushed into her mouth and fastened. She tried to reach up to undo the fastenings, but Smitty and Mikki were too fast for her and had her wrists secured behind her back before she could move. She felt hands at her waist, and then felt/heard her skirt zipper being opened. She was lifted clear of her skirt and led out of the locker room to another room. From the echoes, she deduced she was in a shower or bathroom. Although she was puzzled by what was happening, Jodi still felt safe. She had nothing to fear from Mikki, her friend. She felt Smitty's hands carefully positioning her, then pushing her to lean forward, slowly. Her head softly bumped a wall. Mikki's hand came up to hold her head against the wall as Smitty pulled her hips back until her torso was parallel to the floor. For a second, noone was touching her, then Jodi sensed a pair of smallish hands (Mikki's?) spreading her butt cheeks, and someone else trying to push a small diameter piece of plastic into her anus. "Gah?" she managed to gobble around the gag. "What is this?" Smitty asked, clarifying her question. She nodded, rapidly. "It's an enema solution." "Ghy?" "Sometime this afternoon, you'll have a couple of cocks buried to their root up your butt, and you'll be expected to clean them off with your tongue. If you'd rather skip this..." Her eyes tried to open wide with shock under the mask as she shook her head. He pushed the bottle tip into her pucker and squeezed the plastic bottle. Jodi's facial muscles grimaced as she felt the chilly liquid bathe the walls of her rectum. Smitty held her in position for a few moments, then turned her and pushed her to sit on a toilet. Results were fairly immediate, and the process repeated twice more, with no further conversation. After the third procedure, Smitty cleaned her up, first with paper, then with wet towelettes, and, finally, with soap and water. After drying her, he led her to the studio and up on to the bed. Working quickly, he and Mikki soon had her fastened to the bed, ready for doggie style sex. Jodi realized this and began to struggle, pulling against her restraints, grunting through the ball gag. In her struggles, she didn't hear Charlie come in. It wasn't until the three of them got on the bed with her that Jodi realized someone else had joined them. That realization stimulated a memory flashback--back to her sophomore year in college. She was taking the second semester of inorganic chemistry, and had had a third year student, a member of the Satyrs, a local fraternity, assigned as her lab partner. The Satyrs had a reputation for scholastic excellence, and for hard partying. For women who attended their Saturday Satyrnalias, it was a given they would get laid; there was no question about it. Skirts were required attire and panties were removed and collected at the door. Women had their choice of Satyr members, but by their third drink, the word 'no' was seldom heard. What was not widely known outside the fraternity was the method of grade enforcement. Members were required to maintain a minimum 2.8 (on a 4-point scale) grade point average. If they did not, officers of the club, Pres., V-P, Secretary and Treasurer, could order them to invite their steady girl friend for an afternoon of debauchery, better described as a gangbang, while the deficient student was tied to a chair to watch as each of the officers availed themselves of a maximum of two of the unsuspecting girl's apertures. Since the majority of dates for the Satyrs resulted from their parties, most of the women took the experience in stride. However, the relationship was either broken off or suspended, and the Satyr barred from the open parties until the offending GPA was up to minimum. When Josh Fielding opened his grade report for the first semester, his stomach dropped into his socks. His GPA was only 2.3. He was a junior, and well aware of the grade enforcement procedure. Normally his grades ran 3.0 or better, but last semester he had gotten engaged to one of the Tri-Mu girls. By fraternity rules, he knew, he should call her to go through the ordeal while he watched. He also knew he couldn't. Rosa knew about the Satyrs and their reputations. She had urged him many times to resign from the fraternity, and refused to attend any of the frat's parties, although she had no hesitation about spending the night with him at the local Red Roof. He turned to throw his grades on his desk and knocked the bottle of soda standing there onto its side, spilling it all over his results sheet for Chem Lab that day. That began the worst day of Jodi Spearman's life, although it didn't happen until ten days later. Saturday of the next week, at the President's direction, he called his 'steady' and asked her to meet him at the frat house. He gave Jodi the truth as a reason for her to come to the house--he had spilled something on his lab results; could she bring him a copy? They got along well in class, and she had congratulated him on getting engaged, although she thought Rosa looked a little uptight. Although Jodi was aware of the frat's party reputation, she wasn't especially worried as she walked up the steps to the frat house that Saturday afternoon. She was doing one of the members a favor, not going to a Satyric orgy. She asked the first person she saw for Josh, and was directed to a study room at the back of the second floor. She knocked on the closed door and was invited in. When she opened the door, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. She saw Josh, naked, tied to a chair, and it registered through the surprise and shock that the other four men in the room were also naked. While someone held her around the chest with a hand over her mouth, two of the naked men took off her slacks and panties. Someone else worked her sweatshirt over her head and removed her bra. She was forced down onto a mattress which had been placed on the floor in the middle of the large room. The hand was removed from her mouth and she was placed on her back. "What the fuck is going on?" she demanded. "Your boyfriend's grades are below our acceptable level. To motivate him to do better, he has to watch while we fuck you." "My boyfriend! I don't have a boyfriend, you bastard, and if I did, it wouldn't be one of you fucking sons of bitches." she declared loudly, struggling to get out from underneath the man sitting on her chest. He brought his slightly thinner than average dick to her face. "Yeah, that's what he said you'd say. C'mon now, open up, and don't bite, or you'll get bitch slapped so hard your ears will still be ringing in class Monday." Jodi glared at her tormentor. "You try to put that motherfucker in my mouth, I'll chew the goddam thing off," she answered, her voice steely. Mick Griffin, the treasurer, who was sitting on her chest, saw the hate and determination in her eyes and decided to believe her. "Looks like this bitch is a cunt first type. Whose turn to start the party?" "Mine," said Pete Kerr, the club president. "Get her into doggie position." The other three got Jodi turned over and on her hands and knees. Pete moved into position behind her and placed his cock at her pussy opening. For the next few minutes, every time his cock touched her, she moved her hips so he was unable to penetrate her. "Hold her still, for crissakes! Can't you three guys hold down a friggin' cunt? Get her down on her stomach, then, so she can't shake her ass." The change in position was made, and two pillows pushed under her hips, raising her ass slightly. Jodi heard someone spitting, then felt a wet palm rubbing her quim. More spitting, then a cock was at her tunnel's gate. Unable to move to escape the penetration, she bit down on her lips to hold back the cry of pain as she felt it enter her, determined not to let the bastards know how bad she hurt. She felt the blast of cum deep inside, then whoever it was pulled out, to be immediately replaced by a longer, but thinner cock. This one didn't hurt as much, but there were no feelings of pleasure generated. Again, after a few moments, she felt the hot splash deep in her abdomen. There was the feel of someone pulling out, and a short, thick cock was pushing into her. She suppressed a moan of pain as she was stretched open. This time there was at least a flicker of pleasure, similar to when she was just beginning to get aroused when she masturbated. Before anything could develop, the Satyr grunted and pushed his belly against her ass. Then she felt the now familiar heat exploding in her. Worn out from holding back the pain and her reactions, she slumped to the mattress, unconscious. Pete noticed and moved to her head. He lifted her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. She didn't react at all. After a few pumps into her mouth with no return stimulation, he pulled out, quickly followed by the other two who had fucked her. Both soon tired of pumping her head up and down on their cocks without receiving any sensation except the damp heat from her mouth. Noone mentioned her lack of response. Mick was still pissed at Jodi for not submitting to his attempt at oral sex earlier. He looked down at her messy cunt and decided to try her mouth again. He knelt by her and lifted her head so he could push his prick into her mouth. Jodi, just waking up, saw who it was. "I told you what'd happen if you stick that thing in my mouth," she warned him. "You sucked those others," he said, pushing his hips forward, and pulling her head down toward his rod. She turned her face away. "Not unless I was unconscious." She glared at the other three men. Not unfamiliar with the taste of cum, she ran her tongue over her teeth, testing to see if what she suspected was true. Not tasting anything, she inhaled sharply through her nose, then cleared her throat. Everyone heard the rattle of mucus as she coughed it up, into her mouth. Without thinking, Jodi spat it out. The mucus glob landed in Mick's pubic hair. Enraged, he pulled her face to his groin. Just as forcefully, she pulled back, saying, "Get that prick out of my face before I bite it off, motherfucker." Her threat pushed Mick's anger beyond his control. He grabbed both of Jodi's ears, entangling his hands in her hair, saying, "Eat it, cunt!" and drove his cock past her lips, forcing her teeth open. She gave him a baleful look and attempted to pull back. Mick pushed her head down further, successfully getting his crown past her teeth. With a low growl, Jodi twisted her head slightly, positioning her canines in the center of his shaft, directly under his penile frenulum, and clamped her teeth closed. A trickle of blood made its way out of the corner of her mouth, and down her chin. Mick opened his mouth to scream, but passed out from the pain before any sound was emitted. He fell back, away from the torment, pulling his rapidly swelling cock from between her jaws. Unfortunately, her jaws were still clenched. The sharply pointed canine teeth created a furrow in his glans which would remain with him for the rest of his life, to remind him of his actions that day. "Holy shit! She really bit him," exclaimed Tomas, the club Secretary, over a nervous chuckle. With a rueful laugh, Pete replied, "She warned him. Guess we're lucky she passed out." Jodi had quickly rolled over, pulling her knees to her chest and sat there, watching and waiting. Pete looked at his fellow officer and inspected his injury, the bleeding already slowly abating. The injured Treasurer stirred, waking up. Pete laughed, looking at Jodi. "Well, it looks like he'll survive. Anything you want to say to your boyfriend?" "For the last fucking time, idiot," she shouted, "he's not my boyfriend; he's my lab partner. For Crissakes, he's engaged to some prissy TriMu. Don't you guys ever fukkin' talk to each other?" Her voice nearly broke, full of rage, venom and disgust. Pete looked at Josh, and saw the truth in his expression. "Oh shit,Josh! What the fuck have you made us do?" He looked at Jodi, his face aghast as the realization of what they had done sank in. "Omigod! I'm really sorry, miss. All the guys know about this, and sign an agreement to comply. Josh will be severely penalized, and we will find someway to make it up to you." Jodi, strangely calm, struggled to her feet, refusing Pete's hand when he offered help. "Just stand that pusillanimous bastard up," she said, nodding toward Josh. His hands were untied, but his feet remained bound to the front legs of the chair. Jodi put her clothes on while the five men silently watched, wondering what their future held. She moved to within a pace of Josh. "You cowardly, motherfucking son of a bitch," she hissed, and without warning, her left hand came around in a roundhouse slap, turning his head to the side. She was in position for an instantaneous backhand slap, and started to move as if that were her intention. Josh raised his hands to block the blow, so he didn't see her change the attack. With the skill that made her the leading scorer in her high school soccer league, Jodi's right foot nailed his nuts to his asshole, breaking his hard-on in the process. He fell to his knees, and forward, unconscious, onto his face, landing on the mattress. The officers just watched, four pairs of hands folded over genitals, afraid to move, as she picked up the folder she had brought for Josh, and left the room without looking at them. She left the frat house and walked to the student medical center where she related her story to the security guard and physician's assistant who treated her. Monday, the story was on top of the Dean's important business pile. By Tuesday, the five Satyrs had withdrawn from the University. Friday, the house was closed and the seventeen residents dispersed among the six dorms. Jodi finished the term, but did not return until the next Spring semester, all her expenses paid by the defunct fraternity. Mikki, Smitty and Charlie began to run their hands over Jodi's body. Mikki concentrated her activity on Jodi's breasts, pulling and rolling her nipples; gently at first, but more roughly, more aggressively as she continued. The men spent the first few minutes gliding their hands over her back, ass and thighs. To an observer, it would have seemed like their movements were well choreographed. While one caressed her back, the other was busy on her thighs. Their hands met at and explored her quim, caressing and probing the area. After a few seconds, they moved on, then repeated the process in reverse. During all of this, Jodi was neither passive or accepting. Even with her hands and feet secured, she had the ability to move her torso and hips to try to avoid what, to her, were unwanted caresses. Around her gag, she attempted to convey her opinion, shouting "Nh! Shta! Dggoh!" at her tormentors. She didn't have any idea what was going on, but it wasn't what she had agreed to, nor what had been described to her. In spite of her apparent reluctance to cooperate, Jodi felt herself begin to become aroused. Part of that was the fact that Mikki was among those feeling her up; part of it was the skill of the two men involved in working over her pussy. They knew and understood the female genitalia, and how to coax it to participate, even when the head that ruled it was unwilling. After several minutes of playing with her boobs and puss, she felt the woman ("It had to be Mikki," she thought) suck one of her tits into her mouth. Suddenly, there was a tug on her elbows, dropping her shoulders so her weight was now on her elbows and knees, with her quim now totally exposed to the view of anyone behind her. There was movement on the bed, and she felt one of the men move between her legs. She knew what was coming, and tried to shake her hips to avoid it. Someone pulled on one knee, moving it outward, while Mikki pushed from under her, moving the other. She felt the cock at her pussy, then with very little resistance, it was inside her. Long and thick, the cock filled her quim, stretching her in both directions. As the owner of the rod filling her love tunnel began to move in her, Jodi moaned, disappointed in her body's inability to resist the small sparks of pleasure she felt, and, to no small degree, because of that pleasure. Before her rape, fifteen years ago, she had had sex only three or four times, none of them memorable, except for the first, and that only because it was the first. The cock now (technically) raping her was giving her more pleasure than she had ever experienced from her pussy. She felt the owner of the miracle rod begin to increase his speed. She guessed what was about to happen, and was not surprised to feel the splash of manseed on her inner walls. She moaned in disappointment when she felt him pull out. There was more movement, then another cock was pushing into her; not quite as long, but the girth made her try to open her eyes wide. She wasn't sure he was going to be able to get it in. Even before the crown was in, she was moaning and mewling in pain; shaking both her head and her hips, trying to escape the monster and the pain. She felt it when the ridge of his coronet finally made its way inside her. The Monster, as she thought of it, began a short stroke pumping action, working its way inside her. Barely a dozen strokes after the crown was in, she felt the beginning of her first coital orgasm with a man. There had been a few with women using strap ons, but this was her first heterosexual encounter since she was raped in college. When the climax hit her, she shook all over, losing what balance she had. The trio assaulting her were surprised to hear her scream around the ball gag, "Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uh fuggee! Fuggee! Eeze fuggee!" Mikki laughed at her friend's apparent capitulation. She reached for and pulled up the bottom of the sweater Jodi still wore and tugged it over her head, then released her wrists one at a time to remove it. The two men then lifted her back into the doggie position to start another round. As Charlie checked her right wrist restraint, he noticed a tattoo on her right shoulder. The Talent Scout Ch. 02 He froze when he saw the tattoo, one with which he was intimately familiar. He had designed it one summer, when his best friend next door had told him what had happened to her in college. She had asked him to go to a tattoo parlor with her, to hold her hand during the process. She had an idea of what she wanted, but none of the stock designs the tattoo artist had seemed right. Disappointed, they had gone to a near-by café and, over coffee, she related her experience. She wanted something which symbolized her successfully rising above the assault and overcoming its effects. Taking a napkin from the dispenser on the table, Charlie had quickly sketched what looked like a cross between a phoenix and Venus Rising from the Sea. They went back to the tattoo parlor and discussed it with the artist. When asked about the coloring, Charlie suggested a modified spectrum, a base of blue and green, with flames ranging from violet thru red and orange, all topped with a golden glow. The artist agreed and told Jodi to get ready. She took Charlie's hand and led him back to the work area. She took off her blouse and bra, then sat down, holding Charlie's hand. When she saw him trying not to look at her, she smiled and said, "It's okay, Chuck; I don't mind if you look at my boobs. There's not much to look at." "Maybe not," he answered, "but what there is, is beautiful." She had blushed, and was about to answer when the tattoo artist came into the booth. Because of the size and complexity of the design, and the use of so many colors, it was suggested that the tattoo be done in three stages, with a couple of days between stages. After the first stage was done, Jodi agreed, although she was impatient to have it finished. Charlie wasn't able to go with her for the second stage, but managed to get time off for the third and final stage. When the artist, a woman, heard the story behind the tattoo, she reduced her price by twenty-five percent and tore up the templates she had used. "That kind of badge, it needs to be unique," she had said. "Omigod!" Charlie said, half under his breath. "Jodi? Jodi, is that you? O, shit!" Without asking his companions, he began to unfasten the restraints he could reach. When they were loose, he unsnapped the ball gag and loosened the leather hood. "Untie her," he ordered the other two, who were frozen in position by his actions. Without thinking, they complied and released their victim. "Jodi? Jodi Spearman? Are you okay? Did we hurt you?" he asked, pulling her into a protective hug on his lap. Jodi recognized his voice immediately. "Chuck, Chuck Morgan? Is that you? Omigod, it is!" She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. "Thank you. I'm okay," she said, pulling herself together, "other than being totally pissed off at Mikki." She looked around for her (so-called) friend. "What the fuck is this all about, Mikki? What in hell is going on? You lured me up here with some cock and bull story about filming us in a threesome, then I get royally gang banged. What..." Mikki's face darkened. "You slept with Robert behind my back!" she interrupted, the hostility plain to hear. "I what? I've never! You're my friend. I wouldn't do that, even if I had wanted sex with a man." Jodi's face portrayed her confusion perfectly. Mikki saw the confusion and began to doubt her friend's guilt. "Then how did your earring get in my bed?" she challenged, still unsure. "My earring?" Jodi thought a minute. "The ones you gave me, like yours?" Mikki nodded. "A month or so ago, just before you went out of town, and Bob's trip to the Mid-East, I was over for dinner, remember?" Mikki nodded slowly, thinking. "I had to make a phone call, and took out the earring to use the phone. I must have forgotten to put it back in. I missed it the next day and called your house. You were out, and Bob said he'd look for it and leave it where you'd be sure to find it. Your bed, huh? Probably not the best place, but you did find it," she said with a small giggle. "Not me, the maid," Mikki replied with a smile. "I'm sorry, Jodi. I should have known better, but he's been kind of distant lately. I understand job pressures and all that, but..." she shrugged. "That's okay, Mikki," Jodi replied. "I found an old friend, and had sex better than I ever dreamed of. You guys really know how to turn a woman on," she said, smiling at the trio. She turned to Charlie. "I heard about Annie. I'm sorry. How are the kids taking it?" "They're okay; they're staying with her parents until school..." "Uhh, folks," interrupted Smitty, "I hate to interrupt the reunion, but Rico's on overtime pay this afternoon, and we are supposed to be making a movie," he said, looking at Mikki. "Jodi, are you still willing? I know I don't have the right to ask you, but we could do the movie you agreed to..." the Latina asked her friend. "No mask, and both men?" "Smitty? Can that be done, without showing her face until the end?" "You still game, Charlie?" "You really expect me to turn down the chance to screw two of the hottest women in D.C.?" To the laughter of the two women, and with a smile, Smitty answered, "No, but I had to ask. Ladies, can I assume you are both still agreeable?" They both nodded, smiling at each other. Jodi's hand dropped into Charlie's lap, between them. "Mmmm," she hummed. While Smitty was busy giving Rico his instructions on how to film Jodi to hide her identity, Mikki joined Jodi and Charlie, giving Jodi a hug and kiss. Her free hand joined Jodi's, stroking Charlie. Breaking the kiss, she pushed Charlie to lie back on the bed, where she and Jodi began to pay some oral attention to his very erect staff. When he saw what was happening, Smitty grinned and gave Rico the go-ahead to start filming again. He then crawled up on the bed and positioned himself behind Mikki and began to fuck her. Her groan as he entered her caused Jodi to look up from Charlie's cock to see what was going on. She pushed Mikki's head down on Charlie, presented her own cunt to him and laid herself down so she could suck on the Latina's tits. Mikki moaned in approval. It was all Mikki could do to get Charlie's thick piece of man meat into her mouth, let alone down her throat, but the pounding Smitty was giving her pussy drove her head forward a fraction of an inch each time he pushed into her. This facilitated her deep throating the Special Services agent, the first time any woman outside the porn industry had accomplished that feat. Feeling his cock slide down her throat triggered Charlie's climax, sending his cum straight into her stomach. Mikki backed off enough to catch the remaining spasms in her mouth. Without pulling off Smitty, she pulled Jodi into position and shared her trophy, snoballing the creamy liquid back and forth between them. Seeing what they were doing triggered Smitty's coming. The blast of hot liquid against her vagina walls did it for Mikki. The two of them collapsed in a heap on the bed, shaking and quivering like some strange beast in the midst of a seizure. Jodi moved on the bed and began to lick her friends pussy around the prick embedded in her. Charlie had never really gone flaccid. He took advantage of Jodi's distraction to mount her. Her memory of their last coupling had Jodi flowing like a faucet when she felt him at her introitus. She pushed her hips back into him, taking his whole member at a single stroke. Their mutual groan brought a laugh from the other couple. "Charlie, before you stretch that nice pussy out so it's useless to us lesser folk, why don't we switch so we get you on camera fucking Mikki to climax. Then we can get some footage of the women together and call it a day as far as filming is concerned. "After we get cleaned up, I can show you all last week's tape while we have dinner. Are you spending the night, Charlie?" Charlie shook his head, pulling out of Jodi. "Sorry, I have an eight o'clock in the AM, a meeting I put off to do this. I can't miss it." "We can have you out of here by six-thirty..." Smitty pointed out, withdrawing from Mikki. "Still wouldn't work. There's some prep I have to do. Wish I could, though. Hate to leave you alone with two beautiful women like this," the agent said, with a grin, positioning himself behind Mikki. Smitty returned the grin and gently entered Jodi. Mikki was more than a bit anxious. Charlie wasn't the longest cock she had encountered, although that had been an oral experience, but he was certainly the thickest. Last week, she had wondered about Smitty fitting in her pussy. Next to Charlie, he now appeared normal sized. She felt Charlie slide his monster up and down her slit, lubing the tip. He placed the tip at her opening and gave it a small nudge, as if testing her readiness. She pushed back, stretching her quim to cover most of his cock-face. Another nudge from Charlie and she began to feel twinges of painful pleasure, or pleasurable pain, as his entire glans made it into her sheath. Biting her lower lip, she pushed back again, and felt her lips close on his shaft. With a small grunt, Charlie pushed his hips forward, pulling hers back at the same time. With a gasp of surprise, she realized the entire monster was buried balls deep in her. When she felt him start to pull back, she reached back to grab his hip, saying, "Wait, just...wait, please." Charlie stopped, and sat back on his heels, pulling Mikki with him, to sit on his lap. His hands moved up from her hips to cradle her boobs, lightly massaging her nipples. She leaned back into him, turning her face toward him. She reached up behind her and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. Meanwhile, Smitty and Jodi had hooked up. They were lying across the bottom of the king-size bed, in the missionary position, connected by a double lip-lock. Smitty was pumping into her in a slow, leisurely fashion, while their tongues slowly played together in Jodi's mouth. After several minutes, and about the same time, Mikki signaled she was ready for Charlie to begin fucking her, and Jodi began to push her hips back at Smitty, telling him she wanted it faster, harder and deeper. Charlie pushed Mikki down on the bed and pulled a pillow to push under her belly and hips, then began the ancient reciprocating movement familiar to all. Smitty pulled Jodi's legs up so her knees were over his shoulder, getting him far enough into her that he hit the back wall of her sheath, and started to fuck her faster and harder. Mikki was soon on her way to orgasm, mumbling and grunting as she attempted to urge Charlie on. Soon Jodi was also lost in pleasure. She lay there, under Smitty, capable only of saying, "Oh, shit, fuck, damn, fuck, damn, shit, unh, unh..." and so on, with the interval between words getting shorter and shorter, as she got closer and closer to coming. Charlie came first. Mikki's cunt was tight enough to insure good contact, but loose enough to give him good freedom of movement. Couple that with the nearly taboo nature of what he was doing, and who he was doing it to, and it all combined to give him his most intense climax of the afternoon. Feeling her lover's climax, and the associated splash of cum against her cervix triggered Mikki's orgasm. Her vagina was stretched pretty close to its limit, increasing her sensitivity, and the intensity of her climax, eliciting a low guttural scream. Jodi was right at the point of coming, and when Mikki screamed, it pushed her over the peak, bringing out another scream from her as her cunt muscles clamped down on Smitty's cock, stopping his motion. As she recovered, she realized Smitty had not come yet. She slid her legs down, off his shoulders, to his hips, and began to move hers while encouraging him, "C'mon, baby, come for momma. Do it, come in me; fuck me good and fill me with your juice; spray it all over my inside. C'mon, baby; do it; come for Jodi, give me your cum. Please, honey, daddy, give it to me," all the time flexing her kegel muscles to massage his prick as he continued to fuck her. Slowly, but surely, she began to feel the beginnings of another climax. "Oh god, Smitty! What are you doing to me? Oh, shit! I'm gonna come again; unh uh uh damn... you... it was...s... sup...posed ...to be ....for you... oh shit... faster... god... dam... it! Harder you sonuvabitch! I... I... I'mmmmmmmmmm gonnnnnnnna...." She felt Smitty's cum splash against her cervix, and screamed, proclaiming her third orgasm that afternoon. The two couples lay on the bed, recovering from their mutual orgasms. After a few moments, Smitty lifted his head and asked, "Charlie, are you able to swing Mikki around here without pulling out? I'd like to get a shot of your cum spilling out right after you withdraw." "Sure, shouldn't be a problem. You up to doing some crawling, Mikki?" he asked his partner, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. "Mmhmm; just move with me, and keep tight to me." "Okay! Rico, get behind us, and in position so you can get both of us pulling out at the same time, and both rivers of cum." "Not with the hand held, boss; maybe with one of the robots. No! Wait!Okay! I got it. When you guys pull out, turn so you face each other; ladies, keep your legs open," the cameraman ordered. It became the iconic pussy shot-- two bright pink, just fucked, pussies, side by side, one in doggie position; the other, missionary; cum running out of both; one, dusky brunette, the other, blonde and fair. At Smitty's suggestion, Mikki moved sideways, so she was over Jodi, her legs between the blonde's. Without being told, Jodi moved her legs so her knees were over Mikki's shoulders, creating another classic shot for the film. When Smitty told them to get into the 69 position, Mikki spun around and pulled Jodi so they were lying along the length of the bed, Jodi's face hidden by Mikki's thighs .After a few minutes, Mikki fell to her side as the two women cleaned each other's cunts of the cum the men had left in them. Although neither of them were experts at carpet munching, both knew what they liked, and were able to get that message through to the other one. It wasn't long before they each felt the beginning of an orgasm. Perversely, both backed off slightly, prolonging the build up in their partner. Twice that happened to both of them, The third time Mikki started to pull away, Jodi placed her foot behind Mikki's head and pulled her back into the pussy she was servicing while Jodi began to nibble and tongue lash the clit which had found its way into her mouth. In short order, Mikki had rolled Jodi onto her back and mounted her, pushing her brunette quim into the tall blonde's face as Mikki attacked her clit, until it looked like both the women were experiencing seizures, muffled screams attempting to escape around the punanni's holding them in. When the orgasmic tremors had quieted, Smitty and Charlie pulled the women around, exposing their now clean beavers to the camera. Rico took his time getting his closing shot for the episode from several angles. Rico had finished his shooting and taken his hand held camera to the computer room to sync it with the robot cameras which had recorded the activities from several angles. Smitty and the others had grabbed their clothes and some robes and retired to his apartment on the third floor. He and Mikki were busy in the kitchen, preparing a cacciatore casserole, made with pulled chicken, peppers, celery, garlic, baby carrots, mushrooms, and tomatoes, topped with a combination of mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses, to be served with angel hair pasta, and fresh bread. Jodi and Charlie were in the living room, catching up while he got dressed. "You really have to go?" Jodi asked. "Yeah." he replied in a dejected tone. "I have a meeting with my boss which I put off until the morning so I could do this. I have to explain why I'm asking for an agent to be transferred to a lower grade posting without lowering his pay grade. It's mostly a pro forma thing. I don't expect any problems." He looked up from tying his shoe. "Can I call you?" he asked. "You better! When was the last time we talked to each other? Too long ago, whenever it was." She smiled a sad smile. "You free for dinner Saturday?" he asked. "Not anymore. I'll cook. Can you stay for breakfast?" she asked, a shy, happy smile starting in her eyes. "Are you sure? On my side, it's a no-brainer, but you implied..." "I know. You were the last guy to see my tits until today. I've been afraid to even try. That afternoon, I felt nothing, not even anger when they were raping me. And when it was over, my anger wasn't at the guys who did it, but at the son of a bitch who set me up. Since then, it's been like I was dead inside. "Until today. You, Smitty and Mikki woke something in me. It was almost like you two guys erased that afternoon from my body's memory. And when I found it was you, it just got a whole lot better. I didn't realize how much I missed my friend, Chuck. I don't want to lose him again," she said, softly, a catch plain in her voice, a needy expression in her eyes. "You won't," he answered, walking to her. He took her in his arms and bent down to kiss her. Just then, Mikki called from the kitchen, announcing dinner. Smitty was dishing up the dinner when Jodi and Charlie got to the kitchen. Charlie glanced at the TV playing in the corner near the table. He recognized Mikki, talking to Smitty. "Is that the tape from last week, the one with the agents?" he asked, sitting down at the table. "Yes," answered Mikki, passing him a glass of wine; "Is that a problem?" "It's probably something I shouldn't see; at least, not for a while, until we get Agent Dick's transfer worked out. Speaking of agents, where are yours?" "You'll have to ask Smitty. He arranged for some distraction for this afternoon and evening, and some recovery activities tomorrow. If they are anything like he arranged last week, they'll need the recovery time." "Don't stop now, Mikki," broke in Jodi. "What'd they do? You've got me all agog," she went on with a smile as she took a sip of the Chianti wine Smitty had poured. "Well, Kyle, Agent Michaels, was late his first morning, understandably, and I didn't have anything scheduled, so I asked Agent Pieters, Harry, what they had done while waiting for me. He actually blushed and tried to avoid answering, but I pressed him until he told me. "He said the first day, after the girls fixed them breakfast and they had checked in on me, the girls had taken them to a strip club down near the waterfront. After watching a couple of the girls perform on stage, he and Joe were taken back to one of the private rooms. "Before they knew what was happening, they were blindfolded and stripped, then tied to chairs. At least he was. Joe never told him what had happened to him. Then, he said, he was treated to a series of nude lap dances, and whenever he got hard, he got screwed. "He didn't know if it was one girl six times or six girls once each, but he said he came at least that many times, and was shooting powder, as he put it, by then." She paused to take a sip of wine. "The next day, he told me, they just lazed around the motel relaxing and screwing until it was time to pick me up." "And today, Smitty?" asked Charlie, his voice tight with tension. Smitty recognized the tension in his friend's voice. "Take it easy, Charlie. I'm on Mikki's safe house list. Her agents are less than ten minutes away, even in rush hour traffic. "Some friends, Iris Corwin and Kay Wittman, own a mail order lingerie business, 'Ris-Ka Lingerie. Once or twice a year they come to town to put on some demonstrations. A few of their better customers are asked to host a party for up to twenty customers, plus two or three men. The Talent Scout Ch. 02 "During the evening, women get to try on and model whatever is being featured that night. I spoke to Iris, and today, the models had to wear open crotch panties, and demonstrate their utility with one of the men. There were two others besides the agents, and to protect everyone, all the men were masked, and wore fresh condoms." "Shit, Smitty! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble they could be in?" "No worse than you when you tell your boss why you had to postpone your meeting. Are you going to tell him you put your meeting off so you could go fuck one of your agents' duty assignments? No, you're going to tell him an old friend was passing through town, and was accompanied by a pair of beautiful, willing women. Your wife's been gone for a year or more, so it's understandable that you joined them for dinner and punanni. "Harry and what's his name, they ran into some girls Harry met last week who invited them to a party. End of story. You don't need to know any more than that. With Mikki in a safe site until tomorrow evening, they had the night off, as long as they were reasonably available." "How'd you get on her list of safe sites? I don't remember any paper work investigating you," Charlie wanted to know. Crossness and doubt were still evident in his voice and face. "Better you don't know. You're not the only security officer who used to work for me." "You're shittin' me!" Charlie's face started to break into a grin, then settled into a look of disbelief. "Aren't you?" he challenged. Smitty just cocked his head to one side and smiled. "More casserole, anybody?" he asked. Charlie and the girls shook their head. "This is very good," the agent said, nodding at his plate and taking a bite. "So, if I tell the Boss I spent the afternoon with you, does that get me..." "Nice try, Charlie, but he doesn't know me from Adam. You'd have to go up a few levels to get any reaction. Don't worry, though. My contact knows you were supposed to be here, along with Mikki, and gave me his okay." Mikki broke in, a touch of panic in her voice. "Are you saying there's someone in the administration who knows I'm here, making..." "All they know is that you and Charlie and another woman paid me a social visit to talk about old times." "Old times? We never..." "Weren't you and Charlie at Texas Southern together? No? Well, I guess I was mistaken. My bad, sorry," Smitty said with small grin. "I thought I was bringing together a couple of old college sweethearts. That's what I told...my contact." "Is there more to do tomorrow?" Jodie asked, smiling and shaking her head. "Yeah, I'm afraid. A couple of establishing shots, you coming into the office to help Mikki strip, some cunnilingus as you pleasure each other individually, then each of you on the other with me, then the two of you pleasuring me. Altogether, about four hours filming. "Then going through and choosing which shots to include in the film and sequencing it so it all is more than just a group of people fucking in front of a camera." Jodie turned to look at Charlie, a sad smile in her eyes. He returned her smile, without the sadness. Standing up, he said, "That was delicious, Smitty. You should get out of the porn business and open a restaurant. "Well, I have to run. Speaking for myself, this has been a fun and rewarding afternoon. My thanks to you all, especially you, Mikki. For a lot of reasons, I'll never be able to thank you enough." He walked over to Jodi, bent down and kissed her on the lips. A long, tender kiss. "I'll see you Saturday, about six. Okay?" She nodded, smiling. "Don't wear anything you'll feel bad about getting torn," he told her, grinning. Flashbulbs went off in Mikki's head as she realized the meaning of the couple's interchange. "Jodi, if you want to leave, I'm sure Smitty can make something out of what he has already shot." Jodi slipped an arm around her new man's waist and turned to look at her best friend. "No, Mikki, it's alright; I'll stay and help you finish. I expect there's one more occasion you want me to participate in. Maybe there's a way Charlie can help with that so he doesn't feel left out." She looked up him and smiled, nodding. With a question on his face, he nodded back, unsure of what he was agreeing to. Bob Gilbert, ambassador without portfolio, the President's personal emissary to anyone, anywhere, looked at the flat, square package lying beside his plate. "What's this?" he asked. "Just a little something I put together for your birthday. We can watch it after dinner." his wife, Mikki, replied. A half hour later, in their dimly lit den, he smiled at the sight of a shapely woman, walking away from the camera, as she entered the door of a place called Talent Search, the No. One Star Finder. Although he hadn't seen her face, he recognized his wife's ass as it gently swayed from side to side to the music of Ravel's Bolero in the background. Having watched a fair amount of internet porn, his ears perked up when he heard the woman ask to be 'auditioned' and her tape sent to Hollywood producers of adult films. "Mikki..." he started to ask. "Shhh, just watch, baby" she whispered. He watched as the woman was led to the studio and interviewed. When she was left alone and instructed to strip, he felt his heart rate begin to increase. He was vaguely aware that his shirt was being unbuttoned. He saw a tall blonde enter through a door stage left, wearing a mask that covered the top half of her face except for her bright blue eyes. The blonde began to assist the woman, removing her blouse and bra, then helping her with her skirt and pantihose. The blonde pushed the woman to sit down just as the interviewer returned, wearing the same kind of mask. He whispered something to the blonde, who smiled and dropped to her knees in front of the woman. For the first time he saw Mikki's face on screen. "Omigod, sweetheart! What did you do?" His mouth felt dry, and he felt the tingle of arousal in the back of his legs. He didn't notice the hands at his waist, opening his belt. "Hush, baby. Just watch, and enjoy," she cooed into his ear as she nibbled at his earlobe. On screen, the blonde had removed Mikki's panties and had her face buried in between her dusky thighs. Mikki's face was the definition of bliss. The screen grew fuzzy and the image shrank, replaced by a scene supposedly showing her fantasies. The first was Mikki with another couple, the blonde and the interviewer. First, Mikki was the center of attention as the blonde continued to service her while the man began to kiss and fondle her breasts. After her climax, he pushed the blonde out of the way and began to fuck Mikki's pussy, varying depth, speed and force until she climaxed twice more. Following another scene dissolve, Mikki and the blonde were in the 69 position while the man fucked the blonde to climax, then he changed pussies and boned Mikki. After another dissolve, it showed the two women sharing his cock, both eating him at the same time. Bob groaned as it showed both of them deep throating his almost nine inches of male salami. The scene climaxed (pun not intended) with the women cleaning his cum from each other's face. Following the fourth dissolve, he saw the naked blonde tied to a bed, and a second man joined the action. It began with them all feeling up the blonde, and ended with the two women eating the men's cum from well fucked pussies. A different kind of dissolve, obviously meant to represent waking up, returned the scene to the 'present,' where the interviewer was asking if she would object to multiple partners. The dream dissolve took her back into her fantasy world, starting with the interviewer, showing her eating his cock, getting fucked in both pussy and ass. Then there were two other men watching them, then taking their turns with her. After a bit of bobble in the scene, an older guy came from behind the camera and took his turn, making her come harder than anyone yet. "Oh, shit, Mikki! When..." "Hush, sweetie. Just watch; we can talk after, if you want." He felt her bare breasts against his bare back, without it registering they were both bare. On screen, the interviewer was giving out instructions for the round robin sequence. He watched as his wife was penetrated, double p'd, and triple p'd. He saw the interviewer violate her ass. Mikki heard him moan, "Omigod, yesss." She nibbled his ear, whispering, "Giving or getting, honey?" "Unh huh," the entranced man answered as he watched the man sodomizing his wife carry her to the shower room impaled on his prick. He watched, his cock aching with the need for release, as the four men rewarded her with a golden shower. The shower scene ended suddenly with the wake up dissolve. Without a word, Mikki pushed the blonde's head out of her pussy, pulled on her blouse and skirt, and ran out the door. The blonde looked up and asked, "Did I do something wrong?" as she took off her mask, revealing her face. "Jodi! Holy Shit!" "Hmmmm?" came the response from his lap. Only then did he become aware of the mouth engulfing his cock. He looked down into the upturned face of the blonde from the movie, her lips smiling around his staff. She pulled her lips from his rod. "Happy birthday, Bobby." His mouth just flapped as he sought words. Mikki leaned over his shoulder and asked, "Where's Charlie?" Jodi nodded toward the door behind Mikki. She turned to look and saw the agent standing there, nude, stroking his cock. She stepped off the couch and approached him, greeting him with a kiss on his lips. "Come join us," she urged him. They turned to look at the other couple, who had fallen to the floor and begun the dance of the two backed beast. "Christ, Mikki. I don't know...it wouldn't feel right, now, doing Jodi with you and the Ambassador watching us." "I don't want you to screw Jodi..." "You? That'd be even worse." "Not me, either..." He looked at the copulating couple, then back at Mikki, pointing at them, his eyebrows raised in a question. Mikki nodded and took hold of his cock and led him into the den. * Finis hope you enjoyed this. Please vote.