1 comments/ 24244 views/ 9 favorites The 1st Mission – A Way Out By: braindump Riley was close to tears, looking blankly at the piece of paper in her hand. She was shaking, making the paper rustle softly as it shook. "I don't have the money," she said in a whisper. "I never imagined you did," said the bailiff gruffly, "and by the looks of this lot I am not going get anything towards what you owe here." At this point his arms waved around indicating he meant the contents of her room. The room contained an old TV, a sofa, a few chairs and a cooker. The paint was peeling and the carpet threadbare. It was a not the kind of place a bailiff could recover thousands of dollars from. "Pleeeeasssssse I'll find a way. Just give me some time," she pleaded. "You are out of time sweetheart, you pay at least half now or its jail." He replied with lots of emphasis on the word jail. "Jail!" exclaimed Riley. It had never occurred to her it would come to that. He watched as Riley began to shake even more and then overcome, she began to cry. The bailiff stood waiting for a while, looking as though he was debating with himself and then he calmly spoke. "Sit down," he said with a sigh, "perhaps there is a way." Riley sat down and he sat beside her. She thanked him as he produced a handkerchief for her to wipe her eyes with. "What do you mean?" Riley finally asked when she had recovered a bit. She passed back the handkerchief as she spoke. "Perhaps I should introduce myself first," replied the bailiff, "I am John Shreeve." At this point he held out his hand, which Riley shyly shook. "See now we are friends! Tell me how did you get into this mess." His face and tone showing concern but then he was used to acting that way. "Scumbag boyfriend. Thought he loved me but just used me." She replied. Usual story he thought. Riley continued, "Gambled money away, bought a sports car and other things on HP which have all been reposed and then ran off leaving me with all these debts. All I can afford is this dump. God, its a mess, a horrible mess. I don't know what to do. Please I don't want to go to jail. Please help me." Her hand reached out to his leg and she began to shake and then sob again. "The idea of jail frightens you?" Asked John softly. Riley nodded and whispered. "It terrifies me." He continued, "Well if you really want to avoid jail I might have a way to do that." He pulled out his mobile phone and after dialling a number he spoke briskly into the phone. "Hello its John, I think she is ready to talk. You better come in," and he hung up. "Who was that?" asked Riley, her face a picture of suspicion and confusion. She wondered what kind of situation she had gotten herself into. Out of the frying pan into the fire as her mother would have said. God, what would her mother think if she had lived to see her now, she tried to push the thought out of her mind. "Relax and trust me Riley. You are just going to meet a friend of mine. OK. I promise he is only going to talk to you," replied John seeing her concern. "He might have a solution to your problem. What do you have to lose by listening Riley?" Riley felt an anxious pain across her stomach. She knew she was in trouble with her mounting debts, but she doubted she would like John's solution either. The idea of jail horrified her so she knew she had to be open minded to any possible escape. Even more worrying was the fact the man must have been waiting nearby as within a few minutes there was a knock at the door. The fact the whole thing appeared to be a set up made her very frightened indeed. John got up from the sofa and let in an older man, maybe in his fifties, into Riley's apartment. The two men nodded at each other. He was smartly turned out with suit, tie and even a briefcase. John had arrived in scruffy jeans and a tee shirt making them a very unlikely pair. The man looked around making no effort to hide his disgust at the décor and surroundings, and then he spoke. "This must be Riley," he said holding out his hand, which Riley stood up to shake. "Please to meet you. I am Simon Trent. I hear you are having some money problems, which must be very upsetting for you. John here thought I might be able to help you." Simon looked Riley up and down and smiled to himself. She was he already knew in her early twenties. Her grades at school had been excellent, but from then her life had been a car crash. Until now he had not seen what she looked like. She was wearing a white blouse, well it had been white once, but now it was faded with age. It was missing the odd button, which helped show off the fact she had larger than normal breasts and her tatty short skirt did not spoil the view of her shapely legs. He was impressed with her body if not her clothes. She was lovely and ideal for his plan. John as usual had picked well. She had a real chance to pull off his plan. The question would be was she desperate and scared enough to co-operate. He looked around and felt confident she would be. "Who are you?" asked Riley in a whisper, wondering who this smart businessman was and how he would help her escape his debts. She imagined he must be someone important dressed like that, or was at least keen to kid her he was. "Well, who I am is not really important," replied Simon, "lets just say I work for some very important people in government and I solve the problems they can't." "Or you get expendable nobodies like me to solve them for you." snapped Riley. She was cross because she was scared and her experience of men to date had been a total let down. Why did these two men continued to play games with her and talk in riddles? This Simon might be important but she told herself not to be cowed by him. Hmmm smart girl thought both men. In a tough situation, but coming out fighting, showing she has some intelligence and some backbone. Good she might work out well. Those qualities would be important if she ended up in a tight spot. Simon smiled. "You have me there. Its true I often have to find others to solve my problems, but John and I are good at recruiting the right "volunteers"." He made the sign of speech marks with both his hands as he said the word "volunteer." This made John laugh but further irritated Riley. She hated it when people did that pompous sign. "Which brings us to me?" asked Riley. "I suppose I am your latest "volunteer"." She repeated the speech mark sign back sarcastically. "Which brings us to you. Indeed it does." said Simon with a hint of don't give me attitude girl. "I have a little job proposal for you. I need you to seduce a man for me and if you succeed I will make your debt go away. Since you seem like a girl that likes straight talking that's the long and short of it. I could pretty it up, beat around the bush but you seem to favour a blunt approach." "Oh is that all?" Sighed Riley, "right in my line of work. God is that your solution? You expect me to sleep with someone? What do you think I am, a whore?" She yelled. Her worst fear was coming true and feeling sick she got up and walked to the window. The men could see her framed in the light from outside, the silhouette of her body gently shaking. "I will pay you $300,000," said Simon flatly, her back still facing him. Up front we will pay $150,000. The rest, when the job is done. That got her attention. Riley owed around $60,000 so it was a lot of money above clearing her debts. They knew she would not of expected that. "How would I do it?" She asked her voice shaking. "It might surprise you to know I am, um, well, not very experienced and certainly clueless about seducing a stranger. I don't know who you think I am, but I am not the girl for this kind of job." "That's what makes you exactly the girl. He won't suspect you and he won't see you coming. Also my dear girl, have you looked in the mirror. What man wouldn't want you if you were handed to him on a plate? Don't worry we will clean you up, train you and help you every step of the way. Follow instructions, shut your eyes and think of the money and your life is reset. Refuse and you will go to jail. Its really very simple" There was a long pause. "What if I fail," she said quietly. "Then you will go to jail." Said Simon. "You will train and help me?" She said still in a nervous whisper. "Before, during and after," replied Simon, "we are very good at this kind of thing. Trust me we know what we are doing and you will be serving your country." "On my back." Said Riley bitterly. "If that's how you want to think about it then yes, on your back," replied Simon. "I bet you are good at this," she replied her back still to them. "I want 500." John smiled to himself; she definitely had spirit he thought. Upping the price when she was in such a tight corner. To his relief Simon obviously thought the same and decided to play along. "400, final offer," said Simon. "450." Said Riley. "OK, sorry we couldn't make this work Riley. Enjoy prison. Time to go John," said Simon. "I'll leave the arrest and the rest of the arrangements to you." Simon had got to the front door before Riley caved in. "Ok, 400," she called. Simon hesitated, Riley unsure whether she was relieved or disappointed when he returned to the room and spoke sternly to her. "Riley, what are you saying? I must be clear, if you say yes there will be no way back," said Simon. "You will do it for $400,000? If that is what you are saying this is how it will work. John will pay off your $60,000 debt now. I will pay you $100,000 when you start training with the balance of $240,000 on completion. You only get the final payment if the video footage is good enough and it is clear you and the target have screwed, without any suspicion that it is a set-up. Obviously you must never tell anyone, afterwards, ever. If you did we would be very angry and you might have an unfortunate accident. If you back out after starting we will take the money back and you will do time. Are we clear? Do we have a deal?" "Footage?" Said Riley eyes wide, the threat of being killed left her horror struck, though the more immediate worry of being filmed was what her mind focussed on, "not only do you want me to be your whore, you want to film it? You never mentioned that." "Yes, it has to be filmed. How else do we persuade the target to help us? Everyone has a button Riley. Yours is your debt. His will be his indiscretion," replied Simon. "Don't worry no one will see the film. The target will get the film back when he completes his task and of course he will destroy it." "Once he has solved another one of your problems I suppose." Said Riley "Absolutely right," said Simon, "otherwise what would be the point?" "So you want me to fuck, presumably a married man, and then you blackmail him like you have me?" asked Riley. "What if he says no to your task?" "He won't, like you he will have too much to lose. Buttons Riley," answered Simon. "What will he have to do?" asked Riley. "That's really none of your business Riley. Lets just say he will be persuaded to help his country. You will get a profile on him, but its best not to get too close. As I said you will get lots of help ensuring you succeed. Afterwards you walk away and don't look back. We either have a deal or John here takes you to jail. By the way do not expect a sympathetic judge. He will be briefed to take a very dim view of your case." How do I know you will pay up?" asked Riley turning away from Simon, her eyes puffy from all the stress and upset of the day. 'You don't." John replied, realising he was beginning to win her over. He knew he would. "Even after payment we could always take the money back Riley, but trust me you will get the paid when the job is done. In any case if you refuse you will be sleeping in a jail cell tonight. So do you really have a choice? This is your only way out. If you are worried about whether I have that much money I assure you the government is good for it." "So do we have a deal?" asked Simon. He held out his hand for her to shake it. There was a long pause. "Yes." she said quietly, "Of know you do, as you say I have no choice, but I have no idea how I will get through this and do what you want." She ignored his hand and she sat back down. "Oh god what a mess." She watched as John dialled his mobile and paid off her debt. Someone will be over in the morning to move you and to start your training," said Simon, wishing he could wash he hands. "We will get you new clothes and a make over. That will cheer you up. By the way if you are thinking of running don't. Riley there is nowhere you can hide from us. I would get very upset if you were rude enough to abuse my generosity." "Oh god, this training, I won't have to, have sex?" said Riley grabbing for Simon's arm. He deftly stepped out of the way feeling even her touch in this grubby place would soil his suit. "Sleep with them? No my dear girl we are not training a concubine, there is only one person you need to screw with. It's not about your performance. It's about having sex with him and ensuring he does not suspect you," said Simon. He swept out of her apartment leaving John to deal with any last minute questions. He needed to find a clean rest room to wash his hands for a while. Time to perform It was three months later and Riley was almost unrecognisable. She was slimmer and fitter than ever before. Her hair had been styled by one of the best salons in town. She now always had perfect makeup and the best designer clothes topped off with all the necessary accessories. She had spent most of her time in a remote house where she lived with just one other man and woman. They had never told her their names; they had just made her work hard on role-playing and preparation for all kinds of scenarios. It was a difficult time for Riley. In the end she began to wish the mission (as it was now called) would begin. Bedding a stranger or worse persuading a stranger to bed her still filled her with terror but for this nightmare to end it had to begin. However one Monday morning dawned when she was transported to a hotel in town. At least it was five star and luxury she thought. There were only two rooms in the hotel at the very top and it was arranged so she had one and the mark (as she had now learnt to call him) would be booked into the other. It was a long and boring day waiting around for the call to say he was on his way. Naturally her nerves were constantly on edge but finally around 6pm the message arrived to say he should be in the hotel in fifteen minutes. She sprang into action. First she took off all her clothes and then wrapped herself in a bath towel. Clothes for dinner she had laid out earlier on the bed so all she had to do now was put the clothes she had taken off into the closet. She scanned the room ensuring her laptop, mobile phone and other stuff were placed on the desk. She was meant to be in men's perfume so she scattered a few samples around the room for good measure. The beep from her phone delivering the coded message that he was here made her jump, and with a deep breath she began her life as a seductress. She took a deep breath, walked down the hallway, screamed, and then opened the door of her room coming face to face with a smart man of about 30, dressed in a suit. He was wheeling a suitcase and holding a laptop bag. Both of them froze. The man stood staring because a beautiful young woman wearing just a towel had screamed and opened her hotel room door in front of him. Not something that happens everyday. Her reason for freezing was this was her first sight of the mark. Until now he hadn't been real someone they just talked about. Now he stood in front of her as flesh and blood. The constant thought in her head was he looks nice. She tried to push that feeling away. "Oh, um Hi," he said. "Are you ok?" "Spider!" She yelled getting back on script. "Spider in the bath, please could you remove it? They absolutely terrify me. Please." She jumped up and down acting anxiously just the way she had been taught. "Oh sure." He said relieved that it was only that. He pushed past her and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard him say that he had got it and then the sound of the toilet flushing. Finally he emerged back into the bedroom. She had deliberately let the towel drop a bit, quickly wrapping it back round her as he reappeared. Blushing the man said, "Its ok, I got it." "Oh my god, thank you," said Riley, "you must think me a complete idiot but I hate spiders." "That's ok glad to help," replied the man. "I am Riley," she said. "Alex," he replied and they shook hands whilst she used her other hand to ensure the towel did not slip again. "Well, Alex you are a life saver. I new and obviously useless at this business trip lark. It was stupid of me to think I could represent my perfume company. First trip and I am already homesick and I have nearly made a fool of myself, but thanks to you I can have my shower and go downstairs for dinner. The only good thing is getting this room upgrade. You must be very successful to afford next door. Do you travel a lot?" "You will get used to it," he replied, "the travelling I mean, but its not as glamorous as everyone makes out. Its a lonely business, meals for one and empty hotel rooms. To be honest I am upgraded too, economy rooms are more my usual hangout." Riley moved to step two. "Alex would it be an imposition to ask you to have dinner with me, assuming you are also about to have a lonely meal. My treat." "Gee, I don't know." he replied. "I think I will probably just do some work in my room." She tried and tried, but he could not be persuaded. Trying to say it would be a thank you didn't work; asking him not to make a woman eat alone didn't work either. So in the end he left the room with her attempts at moving to the second stage a failure. The conversation to and fro on the phone between her and her controller that night was not exactly encouraging. The fear of jail grew again in her head. The planted spider had broken the ice, but she had not been able to get him to eat with her. It had gone so much better in rehearsals. The rest of the night got no better as he true to his word he did not venture out of his room. Riley had to be on standby in case he did. She managed to exit her room at the same time he did the next morning, but when she suggested breakfast, he told her he was heading straight out to work. So with no idea of how to stop him she stood watching as he left. Her stress levels building as she realised this would not be easy. Her morning topped off brilliantly by some old guy hitting on her over breakfast. So a frustrated and cross Riley returned to her room, flopping onto the bed, then the doorbell rang and she stomped down the hall to open the door. The visit from her handler was a very tense exchange of views, which ended in her storming out for some air, but inevitably she had to return again so they could formulate some kind of plan. A nasty surprise Riley stepped out of the shower, dried herself and covered her nakedness with a fluffy bathrobe. She opened the bathroom door ignoring the man sitting in the chair, walked to the door and taking a very deep breath she screamed and screamed. The man in the room had stood up as soon as she had walked out of the bathroom. He was dressed all in black, from the balaclava on his head, to the boots on his feet. He waited a few moments letting Riley let rip, before gently pushing past her. He opened the door and ran onto the landing. There was a cry as he barged someone out of the way and then from the sound Riley knew he had run into the nearby stairwell. Unseen by anyone he entered the landing of the floor below and went into the room being rented by Riley's handler. He quickly changed out of his gear placing it in a bag and put on a shirt and pair of trousers. Minutes later he was in the lift and heading out of the hotel. In a side street was a Range Rover that would speed him away from the scene. It was not the most dramatic mission he had ever had but it had brought a bit of variety to the day. The 1st Mission – A Way Out He wondered what the lovely woman whose room he had been in was up to. He guessed she was about to meet the man he had been told to knock over on his way out. Lucky bastard he thought. He wouldn't mind giving her a portion if he got the chance. As with all of his kind he found himself getting dozy and was soon asleep. In his line of work you always learnt to sleep whenever the chance came along. As soon as Riley heard Alex's cry she loosened her bathrobe and then collapsed onto the bed crying. It felt like an age before Alex holding his shoulder came tentatively into the room. "Riley, are you ok?" he asked. "There, there, there was, there was a man in my room," she wailed pulling the robe around her. He broke in look. She pointed at the window to show where it was open. Alex paused enjoying the further glimpses of Riley's tight body before he looked out the window. He could see although they were at the top of the hotel, on this side there was easy enough access from the roof opposite. He hated heights and shuddered at the thought of jumping the gap but he could see someone brave or determined enough could do it. "I'll call for some help," he said. He reached for the phone and called down to reception and within minutes hotel security and various managers were all in Riley's room and then of course the police were called. At this point Riley scooped up some clothes and retreated into the bathroom to dress. She came out in a simple knee length dress with a low neckline. Alex had only really seen her in towels and bathrobes, this morning he had seen her but had barley taken notice. She had his attention now, the dress showed off her figure perfectly and he found himself thinking about how lovely she was. You have a fiancé he kept telling himself but Riley's figure kept intruding on the thought. The police went over and over the story with both Riley and Alex carefully recording the whole event. How he must of broken in while she had been in the shower and how she must of disturbed him when she came back into her bedroom. They agreed it had been pretty fortunate that he had run when she screamed and then bumping into Alex. Eventually they left satisfied that all was sorted. They had checked the CCTV and had taken it away as evidence. On the whole though they were not optimistic, his outfit meant a description was not possible and he could be anywhere by now. The hotel manager had tried to get Riley to move room but she had declined over and over. When he offered her a table for two in the restaurant though she jumped at the idea saying she was famished. She made Alex join her and this time he made only a token resistance. The dress had made quite an impact on him and his thoughts of staying in his room Skype'ing his fiancé were forgotten. He wanted to get know Riley better. By the end of the meal he realised that she was really great company. She had also managed to slide into the conversation that she was staying at the hotel till Friday. Of course Riley knew Alex was booked in till then too. This was Tuesday night so the pressure was on, only tonight and two more to avoid jail. She had to keep moving their relationship forward but not rush it and lose the chance altogether. Little did he know she had been well prepared, so she had a good knowledge of things he was interested in and they had trained her in being good company. Speaking only to show interest and to keep the conversation going rather than dominating. The time past and they talked and talked, they ate and ate and he drank and drank. Alex would have said Riley drank too but she cleverly kept her glass full and consumed very little. Finally at the end of the meal he excused himself and headed off to the toilet. She signed the bill to her room and took the opportunity to put the last of the wine in his glass. She was also able to add the powdery contents of a little tube she had with her. She mixed the glass around and sat back and waited. "Sorry," he said when he returned. "Better?" she said. "Bills paid so how about a final toast." He smiled and so she picked up her wine glass. "A toast," she said, "to rescuers becoming wonderful new friends." She drained her glass and teased him when he only took a sip so he too drained his glass. By the time they reached their floor his legs were gone and the drug was having its desired effect. Fortunately the handler was there and so together it was arranged so Riley and Alex ended up in bed together. They removed Alex's shirt but left his trousers on. Riley changed into one of Alex's clean shirts and left her knickers on. Time to perform (again) It was 3am in the morning when Alex stirred and found Riley asleep on his chest. He looked down at her sleeping peacefully, her arm laid across him. He felt his heart beating faster and faster as he tried to remember how they had got there. Although he tried and tried he could not remember anything beyond the meal. Did he feel relief or disappointment at the fact his trousers were still on it was hard to be sure. Either way to have made love to her and not have remembered felt like the worst of all possibilities. She stirred and looked up at him sleepily. "Hello," she said. "How did......" his voice fell away. She moved to a more comfortable position, placing her hands on his chest and her head on her hands. He looked at her wide-eyes looking back at him, he thought she looked sleepy and relaxed but most of all absolutely gorgeous. "How did we end up falling asleep together?" she asked. "Do you not remember?" He shook his head. So Riley explained, "I wanted to go back to my room, but you told me it might not be safe and suggested we stayed together. Oh Alex surely you remember you would not take no for an answer. You even found me your shirt to wear. Don't worry you were a perfect gentleman." Then taking a big gulp, she asked in her strongest disappointed tone, "Do you want me to go?" He shook his head. Unsure of what he wanted. However, it seemed wrong to throw her out now if he had been to the one who persuaded her to stay." "Good," said Riley, " because you are very comfortable and she snuggled into his chest again, she kissed him gently on the chest and pretended to fall quickly asleep. She actually did fall asleep only when she was sure that Alex had dosed off again. The next time Alex awoke it was 8am and he found only a note from Riley thanking him and hoping they would see each other that evening. He told himself off for how disappointed he felt at missing her. The phone at his ear buzzed it was his fiancé and after a long chat with her his guilt reached such a crescendo that he vowed there must be no repeat of what had just happened. It had been a long day at work, especially long as Alex kept counting time till he could go back to the hotel. He knew he wanted to see Riley again. So on that Wednesday night he hung around the bar hoping to spot her. He told himself he wanted to spend some time out of his room, but he knew in his heart he was just hanging around in the hope he bumped into her. In the end he ate in the restaurant on his own when she did not show and he felt like he could not wait anymore. Little did he know that Riley and her handler were watching the bar area planning her next move. They waited trying to build up the tension in Alex before moving to the next stage. When he finally appeared to be signing his bill and therefore either going out or most likely going to his room Riley made her move. "Alex, Hi, sorry were you waiting for me." She announced appearing at his arm. "Er no, I mean yes," he said thrilled that she had appeared, but also unsure as to whether he should have been waiting for her or not." "I was just going up." He said. "Have a nightcap with me," she said and "I'll come up with you." He felt himself gulp unsure as to whether she meant to spend the night with him again. If she didn't he hoped he would be able to hide his disappointment. The drinks arrived and as the waiter walked away, she managed to knock her handbag off the bar. He immediately went to pick it up for her, but her foot was on the handle of the bag. After much confusion, she finally managed to move her foot and he was able to stand up again. She handed him his drink as he passed the bag back. She hoped there had been enough time for the powder to dissolve. She was relieved that he seemed to notice nothing as he drank his drink. It was 7am the following morning when he stirred again jolting upwards when he realised that once again Riley was lying beside him. The jolt awoke Riley and she also sat up alarmed before putting an arm around Alex and saying, "are you OK?" He nodded. "What happened," he said. "His eyes noticing a couple of empty wine bottles and two glasses." This time his trousers were gone but he still had a pair of boxer shorts on. Riley was wearing his shirt again. "You know," Riley replied, "we got chatting and it got late and we were a little drunk so you suggested I stayed again. Surely you remember." She had to smile to herself when he told her he did remember. "Phew," she said, "Now lie back and relax. Did you have a bad dream, you seem to awake with a start." Her hand brushed again his boxers shorts, just briefly, but enough to allow her to realise he had woken with an erection. "I'm fine," he said. She told him to close his eyes and as he relaxed she ran her hand slowly down his chest and into his boxer shorts gently touching the tip of his cock. She felt him get instantly harder, so hard in fact his erection popped through the fly of his boxer shorts. "We can't," he said. "Just close you eyes and relax," she purred in his ear, "no one will ever know. It's just my way of saying thank you for saving me twice." Riley ran her index finger down his shaft and then back again making Alex groan. She then circled her fingers around his cock and began to stroke up and down. Alex breathing became faster and his groans slightly louder before he reached down with both of his hands. She feared he was going to stop her, but he simply raised his backside and pulled down his boxer shorts. She looked at him and smiled. He shyly smiled back. "Is that nice Alex," she said. "Its incredible," he replied. Riley turned her attention back to stroking him. She watched him closely trying to find the touch points that he liked the best, he seemed to enjoy having the tip very gently touched with her finger. She made slow circles around the top making him groan even more. "I am going to come if you do that any more," he said. She again made herself smile and softly said, "come if that is what you would like or would you rather this lasted longer." And with that she grabbed his shaft with her hand and began to stroke up and down. "Oh god, yes, just like that," he said, stretching out and holding onto the headboard as she moved her hand up and down faster and faster. "Can I say hello to it properly?" she asked. "What do you mean?" He replied. So very carefully she pulled the duvet off him and slowly ran her nails up and down his leg. "Like this," she said still stroking his erect cock now using both of her hands. She moved her head forward and he loved the way she closed her eyes as she used her tongue and lips on just the tip. Taking his cock in her hand she ran the tip several times around her lips before popping it into her mouth. She slowly moved it in and out, her eyes still closed, supporting his dick with her hand. Riley looked up at him, opening her eyes wide and smiled, her hand slowly stroking his shaft. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked and he immediately shook his head. "Good, because you really do have a beautiful body and a great cock," she said laughing. So again with mouth and hand she resumed the blow job she was giving him, her mouth making a slurping sound before she vigorously ran her hand up and down whilst holding his cock still in her mouth. "There you go," he moaned, "Oh fuck yes." Several times she took its whole length into her mouth holding it there before she finally got up smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. Alex rolled into a ball in frustration. At short while later she emerged dressed. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Work, silly," she replied, "Oh did naughty Riley get you all worked up and then abandon you. Alex turned his head, she could see he was irritated and perhaps now was the time to strike but she decided to make him wait. "Alex, I can't be late but I will be back by 7, if you want me, come to my room at 8 and you can have me all evening and all night if you like." and with a kiss on his forehead Riley wished Alex a good day and she left the room. As she closed the door she smiled as she heard Alex's groan of frustration. Giving him a blowjob had not been so hard but tonight it was sex or jail. She still dreaded making love with him. It was 8:15 that evening when there finally was a knock on the door and with relief she saw through the spy hole it was Alex. She had been sitting anxiously in her dressing gown for what felt like ever. Riley had begun to fear that he wasn't coming. She opened it and with a big smile said, "Hi." "Hi Riley," he began with a serious look on his face but before he could say anymore she pulled him into the room and kissed him. At first he didn't respond but after a short while he kissed her back enthusiastically. Suddenly though he pulled away and walked into the bedroom slumping down and putting his head in his hands and wiping them up and down his face. He looked a picture of unhappiness. "Hey what's up?" asked Riley her heart beating fast at the fear he would leave the room. "I don't know if I want to do this," he said. Riley knelt beside him on the bed and stroked his back and then the back of his head and his neck. He closed his eyes but in pleasure or reluctance she wasn't sure. She kissed him on his neck but this made him turn his head away. "Come on baby," she said, "relax." And with gentle pressure from Riley he allowed himself to be pushed into lying on his back. She gently stroked the bottom of his stomach making his tee shirt ride up and then her hand rubbed over his groin. She learnt forward to kiss him and again he turned his head away. So she ran her hand down over his trousers feeling his cock hardening beneath her palm. "Something likes my touch," she said softly. "I want to fuck you Alex and I think you want to fuck me too." She rubbed more vigorously. He closed his eyes and leant back a little and this time he accepted her kiss when she moved her lips to his mouth. When she went to pull away his hand stopped her and pulled her down so he could kiss her some more. Her hand explored his tummy and then up inside his tee shirt to his chest. His head came up again and she gave him a quick kiss before moving herself back down to his trousers. She undid the fly and slowly eased his cock through the gap. Did you enjoy yourself this morning?" she asked, giggling when he nodded. "Do you want some more?" When he nodded again she knelt beside him and slowly sucked on his dick. When she felt sure she had overcome his reluctance she got up off the bed pushing him back when he also went to get up. "I have another treat for you." She said, "Do you want to see?" Once more he nodded. She slowly undid the cord of her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor revealing a very short bright yellow chemise. It had almost see-through cups and thin straps over her shoulders. "Do you like it?" she asked, slowly turning to show that it barely covered her naked ass at the back. She pulled it up a little so he could see more of her bum cheeks and flashed a cheeky grin at him. She wiggled her ass as he slowly got up and walked up to her, her back was still to him so kissing her on the neck he ran his hands around her waist. She slowly turned and holding his head in her hands they kissed. She watched him smiling as he ran his hands over her breasts before they kissed again. He went to pull the chemise over her head and so she raised her arms up letting him remove it. "Well?" she said, "what do you want to do with me?" "I want to fuck you." He said, "Right here and right now." She smiled he thought because she wanted him too but it was more in relief that they had that for the tape. She kissed him again whilst his hands caressed her now bare breasts. He began to kiss her neck whilst she tried to remove his tee shirt but he wouldn't let her. Riley wanted to get on with it. He wanted to enjoy her body more, his hand now running over her pussy. Finally he relented and she got his shirt off. More kissing and to get away from the way he was pushing his tongue into her mouth she began to kiss his chest whilst rubbing his cock with her hands. He removed his trousers for her and as she began to stroke his cock vigorously he also stepped out of his boxers shorts freeing her to run her fingers up and down his shaft while he demanded more kisses from her. "To the bed." She said. "Suck me again like this morning." He begged. This time though he insisted on kneeling in an upright position making Riley kneel on the bed too. This meant he was able to hold her hair and so make her suck him exactly how he liked. She tried to regain the enthusiasm of the morning but this time she was not in control and that made it so much harder. He didn't appear to notice, he was just lost in the pleasure of it. He made her stay in that position, sucking for ages before finally he pulled her head up his body making her kiss him as she went. When she reached his face they kissed lips to lips some more. "Fuck me," Riley said. "No, not yet," replied Alex and her head was pushed down again to his cock. "Suck," he said. So with a reluctant smile she resumed her licking and sucking once more. Riley began to feel he was never going to screw her but finally he pulled her up again, this time his hand finding and stroking her pussy. Riley was pushed onto her back and so she folded her legs and rolled to side hoping he would enter her. 'I want you inside me," she said. Alex said nothing except with a lick of his hand he resumed stroking her pussy and kissing her. She eagerly returned his kisses hoping it would motivate him to fuck her. She lifted her head off the bed and lifted her leg into the air and finally taking the hint he slipped his cock into her. She moved her self properly onto her side folding up her legs again as he began to thrust. She closed her eyes trying to imagine it was someone else. Alex grabbed her leg, holding it up, while the other hand caressed her breasts. Riley began to grunt and moan and to her surprise found she had begun to enjoy Alex screwing her. She had had only one sexual partner and the sex had been nice but brief. This began to feel amazing. So this was what the fuss was all about. "Oh fuck, yes." She screamed. His cock briefly slipped out and before Alex could move Riley had put it back in wanting him to continue banging her. She put her hand back to reach his leg helping to hold him closer so he stayed inside her. "You like that huh," he whispered. "Oh fuck, yes." She moaned as he thrust harder, producing a slapping sound as he slammed into her. His arm wrapped around her waist they fucked like this for a long time. Finally he withdrew and ordered her onto all fours, pulling her ass into the air and her cheeks apart he licked at her pussy. Her head was on the pillow and she watched as he circled round her pussy with his cock masturbating as he went, before slipping it into her again. She loved it, rising up onto all fours properly as he moved in and out of her. As they fucked he ran his hand up and down her back. Eventually her head flopped down onto the mattress again. The 1st Mission – A Way Out She groaned and whispered, "I am coming! I am coming!" As her orgasm overwhelmed her. He withdrew his cock stroking her back as she rolled onto her side with a big smile. "Wow." She said. Alex though wasn't about to let her rest pulling her head back up and making her suck him again. She could taste her pussy juice on his cock and finding she loved it she enjoyed sucking him for the first time. He lay back onto the bed and she sucked him some more, before she sat on top of him, guiding his cock into her again. Riley lying down on his chest as he fucked her hard, his hands gripping her ass as she rode him. He slowed down moving her ass the whole length of his cock; so it just slipped out before slipping it back in. Then as she sat up a little more he slammed into her as hard as he could before his cock slipped out again. He made her turn around, spreading her legs either side of him and leaning back. Gripping her by the waist and breasts she rode him hard, her hips providing maximum leverage. She again was overcome by an orgasm and so she flopped down beside him. They kissed as he stroked her pussy with his hand. "That's beautiful," she said gripping his neck as he inserted a finger and very gently finger fucked her. They knelt up together and kissed long and hard before he made her spread her legs again and kneeling fucked her hard as she leant back on her hands. Each hard thrust made her gasp. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me. I love it when you fuck me" she gasped before he pulled her up into a cuddle with her still riding him. Finally he pushed her back onto the bed withdrawing his cock and masturbating over her as he shot cum all over her tummy. "Fuck that was the best ever." He said. Riley smiled and curled up like a cat. After a short while she got up despite the fact her breathing was still very rapid. "I need a drink,' she said and disappearing into the bathroom she emerged with two glasses of champagne. "Cheers." She said and she curled up with Alex whilst they sipped their champagne. Eventually with her glass empty she told him to drink up and disappeared into the bathroom with both glasses to refill them. Alex fell asleep in mid thought of asking himself why she had put the champagne in the bathroom. The next morning when Alex awoke Riley was gone and two men were sitting in the room waiting for him to stir. When he did they immediately put on a video showing his antics from last night. "Pretty good show," said one of the men, "but your fiancé's dad is going to put you in the mincer if he ever sees this." "Oh no," wailed Alex, "what have I done. What do you want?" "Get dressed!" Ordered one of the men. "We have a lot of talking and planning to do. We have a little job for you Alex." Three months later Riley reading the newspaper discovered that a whistle blower's evidence had allowed police to arrest a drug dealer called Garcia. He sounded like a pretty major mover and shaker. At this point her doorbell rang and to her surprise Simon Trent stood there. "Good morning," he said, " fancy another job?"