0 comments/ 11372 views/ 6 favorites Total Woman Security 01 By: bhuff Krista reviewed the Summary of Activities in her HQ Office suite. She was the Managing Chief of Total Woman Security. The Field Operations Status was 'green' across the board, no unmanageable threats or risks. The far-flung operational field offices continually loaded their extensive raw data into the system, the analyses and conclusions were instantly accessible to the department Chiefs for evaluation and action. Krista monitored the overall comprehensive summary and could further 'drill down' for particulars. Total Woman Security served well paying government and private clients worldwide. TWS was divided functionally into several departments, all led by male Chiefs at HQ with mixed-gender staff at each field office. The department Chiefs had minimal staffs at HQ. Most of the work occurred at the field office level and the Chief's function was synchronization and oversight. Each Chief was supported by one experienced female special assistant and shared a small pool of female junior assistants. After two years at HQ, with adequate training and performance assessments, female special assistants could be promoted to field assignments and the newly emptied HQ slot filled by a promoted junior assistant. Conversely, male operatives started in the field and were promoted up the system to HQ as they gained expertise.. Part of the special assistants' duties included Stress Relief. They kept the Chiefs stress-free during the days... and nights. Each morning, the Chiefs would log in requests for their preferred activity during the morning and afternoon sessions. The junior and special assistants looked over the daily roster of requests and volunteered for selected tasks. At night, the special assistants attended to the needs of a department Chief at his company furnished residential suite. For internal security and experience diversity, the special assistants rotated daily through the departments. Each special assistant worked one day each week at a different department. The night rosters rotated on a weekly basis. These rotations offered the special assistants the broadest possible training and experience. As Executive Chief, Krista was responsible for recruiting replacements to the shared junior assistant pool when junior assistants were promoted to special assistant. Today she was coordinating the interviews of two candidates. Anna sat across from her desk and Barbara sat in her outer office waiting her turn. "Anna, we are very impressed by your resume and your responses to our employment questionnaires. Do you have any questions for us before we proceed to the practicum exercise?" Anna shook her head 'No'. Krista turned to her computer and drilled down to the daily stress-relief request schedule. Anna claimed 'deep throat' as a special expertise. Andrew, one of the Chiefs, desired a mid-morning blowjob. Krista saw that the request had not yet been selected by an assistant. She paged Andrew's office. "Andrew's office... Debra speaking." "Debra, I have a junior assistant candidate ready for a practicum. I see Andrew's request has not yet been filled. Is he available to help with the interview?" "Please hold a moment, Krista. Let me check with Andrew." The phone was put on hold. Debra picked back up in a few moments. "He said 'Sure, send her over.'" Krista entered some quick notes in Anna's employment application file and escorted her to Andrew's office. Debra, his special assistant for the day, greeted them. "Andrew is waiting for Anna. She can go right on in." "Thanks, Debra. Be sure to update Anna's file with the performance data when the practicum is complete." "Sure thing, Krista." Debra buzzed the door and Anna entered Andrew's office. Krista returned to her office to continue with her next interviewee, Barbara. -------------------------- Barbara sat before Krista's desk as she answered questions and expounded on her desire to work for Total Woman Security. Krista liked the buxom little blonde and decided that Barbara could proceed to a practicum as well. Krista turned to her computer and drilled down to the daily stress-relief request schedule. Bradley had an open request for 'over-the-desk'. Krista buzzed his office. Bradley answered directly. Krista was surprised. "Bradley, why didn't Carla answer the phone?" "She's finishing up today as my residential week-mate and there were a few things needed at the apartment. I sent her on errands to get the stuff. She should be back shortly. Any problems?" "No, not really. I have a junior assistant candidate ready for a practicum. I see your request has not yet been selected. Are you available to help with the interview?" "Sure, send her over. I'll leave the door unlocked. Have her come straight in." "Okay. Barbara will be there shortly. Be sure you or Carla updates her file with the practicum performance data. Send Barbara back to me when you're through with her." "Will do, Krista." "Thanks, Bradley." Krista pointed Barbara towards Bradley's office and returned to her other duties. -------------------------- Meanwhile, Andrew was sitting at his desk when Debra buzzed Anna into his office. It was spacious with a desk, sitting area, and conference table. The panoramic power-scape vista over the city was spectacular. He motioned Anna to the center of his carpeted office. Anna was dressed for success in her pinstriped business dress, hose, black heels and muted makeup. Her brunette hair hung well past her shoulders. She stood attentively as Andrew surveyed up and down her lovely frame. 'Damn' thought Andrew 'she sure is a tasty-looking morsel of female.' His cock twitched in his pants and he was ready to do some interviewing. "Anna, we have reviewed your resume and have found it appealing. I will conduct this final portion of the interview and then, if the results satisfactory, you may be invited to join our enterprise. "Our professional is rough and worldly. We deal with lots of unscrupulous people. "Sex is a tool and a weapon for achieving the mission goals underwritten by our clients. Our operatives use lust, not romance, to further company programs and accomplish field missions. This job is not for the faint of heart. Leave your emotions at the door; save them for your personal time. Are you ready to enter our world?" "Yes, sir, it has been a dream of mine since enrolling in Total Woman Academy." "Very well, you may undress and prepare for the practicum." "Yes, sir. Was there anything special today?" "Yes, I requested a blowjob. That is your assignment. You may proceed." Anna reached behind and lowered the zipper of her fashionable wool dress. She shrugged the shoulders, let it fall and folded it. The bra was next, then her panties. She stood waiting for Andrew's examination. Andrew circled Barbara, inspecting her. Nice tits and nipples, shaved pussy, clear skin with an all-over tan. He fingered her twat and found it beginning to lubricate. Too bad for today but if she was hired, he would get acquainted with that feature later. "Anna, you may undress me now." She took that as Andrew's permission to touch him and began with his shirt. The pants, shoes and briefs followed. Andrew led her to the sofa and where he sat as she kneeled on the carpet between his legs. She held and stroked his flaccid shaft until it gained girth and length enough to lie nicely on her tongue. She sucked and slowly moved her lips from tip to base, bobbing her head while 'painting' the underside with her tongue tip. Andrew watched with initial unresponsiveness but quickly recognized that Anna was quite good at this particular skill. His cock got hard and Anna was getting it harder with her tongue stimulations. She focused on the task and provided some extra hand caresses around his groin. Andrew was getting suitably excited and needed to move things along or this interview session would end pre-maturely. "Not bad, so far. Now show me your deep throat techniques." Anna paused for a deep breath, adjusted her head to align Andrew properly and stabbed his prick full into her mouth. The knob passed her gullet, scraping his rim on her tonsils. Andrew actually jumped a little from the strength of the stimulus. Anna felt the hop and smiled inwardly. She usually got that reaction from her males. Anna flickered his knob in her tonsils, added a purr for vibration and dabbed her tongue on the underside of his shaft. That did the trick. Andrew closed his eyes, opened his mouth and 'Ohhh'ed loudly just as he sprayed his sperm straight to her stomach. Anna sustained her movements through his climax, swallowing out of habit more than need. Andrew's hips popped in small jogs which slowly dissipated. When he was ready to decouple, Andrew grabbed a handful of Anna's hair and drew her off his cock. He held her away from his erection by her hair as she friskily chased his bobbling tip with pecks and kisses. "Take it easy, girl. There may be more time to practice that if you're hired. Now be a good interviewee and clean me up with moist towels from the bathroom." Anna returned with a damp terry cloth and performed the duty. She retrieved Andrew's clothes and helped him dress before donning her own office attire. Anna shyly asked Andrew if there were any more competencies he wanted her to demonstrate for the interview. "No, that will be all. Krista said she wanted to see you for a final debriefing. You should go to her office now. You're dismissed." Anna left and closed the door. Andrew heard her say her farewells to Carla. He logged on and entered Anna's performance data. And he added his recommendation that she be hired. --------------------------- Barbara traversed the hallway to Bradley's office door. The special assistant's desk was unoccupied as she expected. She knocked on the door but got no response. She popped the door latch and cracked the door open. "Hello?" she quiried. She heard a low toned male voice respond. "Yes, Barbara, come in." She entered and closed the door behind her. Bradley was standing in the middle of the room. He pointed to the floor in front of him. "Come stand here." Barbara took the few steps necessary. She stood with hands folded in front, head up but eyes cast down, regarding Bradley's groin. He reached out and unclasped her hands, making her stand with arms at her sides. Without further ado, Bradley unbuttoned Barbara's woman's suit jacket and pushed it back and down her arms. He gathered it and placed in on the sofa. Stepping behind her, he reached around and undid the blouse buttons. That joined the jacket on the couch. Again from behind, he loosed her pantsuit bottoms and drew those down her legs. She pawed the floor as he took those off and placed them with the rest. Bradley unclipped the bra and wiped the straps off Barbara's shoulders. His hands cupped her hefty breasts over the loosed cups. He crumbled the smooth textile cups in his hands and pulled them off. Through it all, Barbara stood quietly as Bradley undressed her. She only shrugged or wiggled a bit when it might help. Bradley led her to the side of his uncluttered desk. He pushed on her head and she leaned over the polished surface, bracing her hands on the far edge to prop her body at half tilt. Bradley gripped Barbara's thong waist band between his two fists and broke the fabric waist bands. He pulled the tattered piece off her ass. Bradley knocked the inside of Barbara's polished heels and she shuffled to widen her stance. Having sufficiently prepped Barbara for the practicum, Bradley unbuckled, unzipped and dropped his pants and briefs. His cock was somewhat hard but he stroked it to added stiffness and girth. Using two fingers, he separated her cunt lips and found oily moisture. That was good. None of the foreplay nonsense that could disrupt a mission's sequence and schedule. Bradley placed his tip at her pussy and pressed the knob just past her cunt lips. Andrew backed out a little prepared to give Barbara a deeper plunge. At that moment, the office door swung open and both Andrew and Barbara saw Debra walk in with her arms full of shopping bags. Andrew arrested his push with only his knob surrounded by Barbara's entry folds. "Bradley, I got most of the stuff but...Oh, excuse me, I didn't realize you were getting your mid-morning stress-relief. Guess I'm too late; I intended to take care of you myself after I got back from shopping. I'll just wait at my desk until... oh, but where are my manners?" Debra dropped the bags and strode to the side of the desk opposite Barbara. Barbara peered through the hanging tresses draped across her upturned face. Debra extended her hand. Barbara braced on one hand and lifted her other hand in greeting. "Good morning, I'm Debra, Andrew's special assistant for the day. You must be Barbara, the junior assistant candidate." "Yes, ma'am, I'm Barbara. Pleased to meet you." Barbara dropped her hand back to the desk and resumed looking down at the desk beneath the veil of blonde. Debra took in the situation and went on. "I'm sorry I was late getting back. It's housemate rotation day for the Chiefs. Bradley's apartment lacked a few things. I thought it would be a shame to disrupt the first evening with pesky errands. I know I am always eager to get into full swing with my week's assigned Chief when the rotation occurs." Barbara waited for the Bradley and Debra to give her indications on what to do next. Debra turned and retrieved her bags. She looked back from the door. "Well, I won't disturb you any longer. I'll be outside at my desk if you need anything." The door closed. Bradley placed his hands on Barbara's hips and returned to his lunge forward. Half his shaft rooted into her cunt. Her long blonde hair jostled as her thighs hit the desk. He reared back until almost out, grabbed two mighty handfuls of Barbara's hefty tits and rammed all the way in. Barbara let out an 'Ugh' from the impact, then braced her arms and settled in for the fucking. Bradley set the rhythm of the thrusts, going deep and pulling almost out. Barbara waggled her hips and the steady motions set her hanging hair swaying. Bradley laid some weight into her back as he stroked. His hands kneaded her chest orbs. Barbara tried to add some motions but being tight to the desk and immobilized by Bradley's grip on her tits, she was only able to wiggle her butt and waggle her cunt ineffectually about his pistoning tool. Her clit rubbed the polished desktop, brush-burning the shaved skin. Bradley was making noises now, some 'ugh's and 'awes' in time with the strokes. He felt his tip touch her cervix at depth. His temples throbbed and his ears warmed from the blood rush. At last he pulled the trigger and gushed semen into Barbara's womb. He continued the strokes and hugged her moderately, feeling his ropes dance out the end of his solid cock. Barbara felt the liquid warm her vagina and remained still as Bradley shuddered through his final cum. She hoped her 'hard work' was sufficient to pass this practicum. Bradley relaxed his grip and backed out. He stooped and retrieved his pants and briefs still circling his ankles. He buckled and zipped before giving Barbara a good natured smack on her bare butt. "You may rise and get dressed now. Debra will call Krista and tell her your practicum is completed. Krista will want to give you a post-interview debriefing. That's all. You're dismissed." Barbara dressed and left the office as Bradley logged in to complete Barbara's interview file. He was not content with her level of participation. She had complied with his instructions but had left him to perform most of the exertions. She had not invited Debra to stay and join them or help out. Her natural instincts needed maturing before she could become a good assistant or later on, a field operative. He gave her middling scores and did not recommend a hire, citing her need to gain more openness in her sexuality. He expected his assistants to be livelier in their roles and duties. ------------------------- Barbara was nearing Krista's office when Anna skipped out. In the doorway, she brightly turned and gushed her gratitude. "Thank you for hiring me into the training program. I'm going to work long and hard every day to echo TWS's faith in me. See you Monday." Barbara watched Anna leave. She knew there were two openings and hoped she got selected for the other one. She knocked tentatively on Krista's open door. "Oh, Barbara, please come and close the door. Let's debrief your interview and practicum." Barbara sat as Krista quickly scanned the onscreen form. "I see you were unexpectedly disturbed during your practicum. How did that go?" "Well, I was polite to Debra and Mr. Bradley waited until she left to continue." "I see...have you ever been interrupted like that before during sex... or had an audience?" "Not that I recall. I was usually someplace more private and secure." "So... that was a new kind of experience?" "Yes, I guess so." Krista was getting a sense of shyness and reluctance from Barbara. Krista would need to end this gently. "I am sorry about this but I don't think that the interrupted practicum was a true test of your abilities and aptitudes. I want to reschedule you for another practicum later. Unfortunately, our schedule is pretty full right now. Can we call you when a time slot arises?" "Yes, ma'am. " Barbara looked disappointed and didn't cover it very well. Krista understood why some of Barbara's evaluation comments were not the best. TWS hired junior assistants with future operational potential in mind. They provided robust training and unending practice. But some things needed to be instinctive: initiative, persistence and stoic demeanor. Krista rose behind her desk. "That's good. In the meantime, you should keep in top shape for the next practicum. Strive for diverse practice sessions with any man you meet at work, at the market or in your neighborhood. Three times a day can be very beneficial. Age is not important; older men can often teach you a new trick or two. Try some furtive, semi-public venues. When our call comes, we want you to be in tip-top shape to really nail your practicum. Good luck, good hunting and we will be in touch." Krista guided Barbara out of her office. As she watched Barbara head to the elevator, she thought about her advice. Yes, the buxom Barbara wasn't yet TWS material. But some lucky men in her world would soon be savoring a tasty new treat named Barbara as she sought out specialized work-skills development opportunities. ------------------------- It was close of business time Friday at HQ. Andrew and Carla made their way to the building lobby. They loitered there waiting for Bradley and Debra. The elevators disgorged the awaited couple and they huddled for a moment exchanging small talk. It was time for the rotation of housemates for the coming week. Debra turned to her past week's housemate. "Bradley, it was just delightful staying over this week at your place. I hope you will be in good hands until our next week in the rotation cycle." Bradley and Debra exchanged a parting kiss. Carla snickered and tapped Debra's shoulder playfully. "Don't worry about Bradley. My hands are very capable; just as capable as my other body parts. He is going to be fine and then some." With that said, Carla clutched Bradley's arm and drew him away from Debra before they strolled away together to Bradley's apartment. Andrew linked hands with his next housemate, Debra. They smiled at each other. Andrew remembered all the past weeks that he and Debra had house-mated. It set his heart afire and stirred the butterflies in his stomach. Despite multiple prior weeks of pleasure with her, Andrew giddily regarded Debra as though she was a hot new acquaintance. He fantasized already about fucking her brains out for the next week. Yes, the thought of Debra in his bed was that exciting. Total Woman Security 01 It was always good to start the rotations on a Friday night. That way, the new housemates spent plenty of quality time throughout the weekend to rediscover past revelries and generate new ones. Monday morning usually found all the Chiefs satiated but nearly exhausted and drained. It was good to be a Chief. --------------------------------- Evette loitered in the lobby. It was late Friday afternoon and she looked forward to her first ever weeklong house-mating with a Chief. Evette was content with her first week as a newly promoted special assistant. Each Chief had been helpful and coached her through the routine administrative duties. Twice each day, she steered the enthusiastic junior assistants into the Chief's office for his stress relief sessions. On Tuesday, she was Franco's special assistant. At mid-morning, the slated junior assistant arrived for her appointment with Franco. Evette paged him and ushered the junior assistant into the inner office. Emerging later, the junior assistant's makeup was mussed and Evette gave her a sly hand sign to remove some errant spunk from her chin. The assistant finger-gobbled the overflow before giggling her way back to her cubicle workstation. In the afternoon, another junior assistant appeared, dressed in a plaid skirt and high heels. Her white panties peeked out below the very short hem as she stepped to a waiting seat. Franco emerged in person to warmly greet his appointment. He was obviously delighted for their re-acquaintance as he guided her through his office door with a palm on her nearly bare butt cheek. During the next hour, Evette heard occasional muffled bumps and titters and finally an ascending moan and cry. Soon, the junior assistant departed with a broad smile and sprightly gait. An envious Evette entered Franco's office with end of day paperwork. Franco was seated at his desk. The couch pillows were disarrayed; one was on the floor. A pair of white panties lay crumpled and forgotten on the corner of his desk. By Thursday, Evette was keen to get in on a stress-relief appointment. During the past year in her role as a junior assistant, she had volunteered for stress reliefs several times a week. She scanned today's roster of requests and discovered that her Chief for the day had asked for a vaginal session. In the past, she had executed only quick blowjobs for this particular Chief and never vaginal. This time, the Chief graciously allocated her a full hour as he guided Evette's seated cowgirl efforts into repeated mutual orgasms. --------------------- The elevator finally dinged as the doors slid open and a delayed Franco emerged. Evette felt butterflies. She recalled the long moan from Tuesday's stress-reliever and needed to discover what had made that junior assistant so blissful after her time with Franco. Evette faced his way and stood with her hands clasped lightly in front. Franco couldn't suppress his smile. He was flipping with joy inside. He was thrilled to be Evette's first week-long housemate. The first week with a newly promoted special assistant was always... well, special. No amount of explanation or briefing could prepare the newbie for the intricacies of the Chief's hands-on demonstration of her housemate duties. Franco closed the distance and stood looking down at Evette. She craned her neck to look up at his handsome chiseled face. Evette was lovely. Thin platinum blond strands swirled about her shoulders and hung way down her back. Her striking light blue eyes were surrounded by muted neutral makeup. Her thin lips were cherry red. Her light sleeveless summer dress clinched her waist and was short enough to display lots of trim toned thighs perched on strapped high heels. Her petite paleness contrasted darkly with the mulatto chocolate coloring of the tall muscular Francis. "Evette, sorry I was delayed. Hong Kong had problems again. But I am so pleased to see you on time and ready to go. You are ready to go, aren't you?" "Yes, sir, I had my clothes and toiletries moved to your apartment this afternoon. The concierge said the food and drinks are well stocked. We should be uninterrupted by errands for the next few days. Have I done the right things?" "Let's hope so. We'll see. Shall we go?" Franco and Evette departed the lobby and strolled the few blocks to the mid-rise building where TWS maintained their executive residential suites. Franco's apartment was high enough to provide a decent view, though it was not at the penthouse level. That floor was occupied by Krista with some space reserved for visiting dignitaries and company directors. Franco's apartment consisted of a spacious living room, efficient kitchen and dining alcove and a luxurious bedroom and bath. Although Evette had been thoroughly briefed, Franco reviewed the housemate rules again. "You have free run of the apartment. My duties with the company are 24/7 and I may often be occupied with those matters. Your responsibility here is to safeguard the quality of my time. I expect you to attend me in all things without hesitation. We will dine together and I may choose to help cook. Otherwise, you will occupy yourself with whatever your responsibilities require." Franco paused as if expecting Evette to start performing her responsibilities. She was new to this so he carried on with the directives. "To that end, clothes are so unnecessary. Let's get you more comfortable." Franco lifted the hem of her skirt and drew the fitted garment over Evette's head. He pulled it high and when it cleared her body, her hair danced down in cascades of ruffled blondness. Evette shook her head to settle the scrambled locks into a smoother coiffure. Franco dipped and pushed her panties onto her thighs. Evette saved the tall Franco from a bothersome stoop by completing the fabric scrap's journey down and off her heels. She held them out to him. Franco tossed the dress towards the living room sofa but he pocketed the panties as another of his housemate inauguration keepsakes. Franco gazed over the slender figure of beauty displayed before him. Platinum rivulets traced over her face, shadowing the delicate features. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and graced her conical boobs. Their size was moderate and very symmetrical with prominent pointy nipples. Franco flicked and plucked the hard rosy points. Evette twinkled and smiled at his playful touch. Franco took a step back and dropped his arms to his sides. Evette took the cue, stepping forward and beginning Franco's disrobement. She was respectful of his costly apparel and treated each piece in its proper form. She concurrently performed her initial exploration of the apartment, teasingly drawing out the preparation process. The jacket, shirt and trousers were hung in the bedroom closet, shoes mounted properly on the shoe tree. Franco's undergarments disappeared in a laundry hamper. Franco enjoyed watching her limber body move about. It was a superb start to his first extended weekend assessment of her. He expected her to return to the living room but instead heard the shower start. Evette appeared in the doorway of the bedroom suite and crooked a finger, calling him to his cleansing. Franco stepped into the shower followed by a now shorter barefooted Evette. She sponge lathered him from head to toe. Without her heels, she was small next to Franco. She worked his head and shoulders, brushing her wet breasts and groin hard against him as she stretched on tiptoe to reach his height. Franco considerately offered her the same cleansing service, but used his bare hands to swipe body gel on her skin, paying plentiful attention to her cunt, ass and tits. Positioned beneath the shower's warm pulsing jet, they repeated the rubdowns, removing the suds. Franco decided toweling would be an intolerable interruption. In the shower, he scooped up Evette's ass cheeks and held her pussy high against his abdomen. He duck walked Evette to the bed and simply fell forward onto the comforter with her water-soaked body beneath his. They shared their first kiss ever. She sucked his tongue as she wiggled under his damp bulk, trying to get into position for the impending fuck. Franco moved to brace on forehead and toes, elevating his hips to give her some room but not so much that his chest lost contact with her divine nipples. Evette reached between and placed Franco's cock tip against her vaginal lips. Franco took a breath through her bath scented hair that enclosed his face. He pressed forward, getting the knob inside. Evette moaned from the stretch of even the initial penetration. Franco pushed harder and employed small reverses until his chubby erection was fully buried. He paused and lifted his face. They exchanged another kiss. Franco set the pace. Evette noted his rhythm and matched it with clenches and rolls, dragging Franco's cock knob all along her vaginal tube. The sensations for both were heavenly. Franco huffed and puffed to his peak and pumped his first spunk of the weekend into Evette's welcoming body. He collapsed in her hip saddle. As he relaxed, Franco's nose was again engulfed by the shampoo and soap perfumes clinging to Evette's hair and skin. She was lazing her finger tips across his muscled back and shoulders. Franco thought this was a good introduction to the training regimen. During their subsequent weeks together over the next year, Franco would escalate the physicality of the foreplay. He and the other Chiefs would, in turn, build Evette's tolerance for the crucial proclivities of a promoted field agent. Their profession was rough and worldly. They dealt with lots of unscrupulous people. Sex was a tool and a weapon for achieving TWS mission goals. But this week would be a chance for Evette to experience her less arduous roles and responsibilities. Franco would give the novice these first weeks in her training year to acclimate to his macho libido as he discovered her particular natural sensual quirks. It was good to be a Chief. Total Woman Security 02 The jumbo jet bumped from feather smooth to rumbling wheels as it touched down at Philadelphia National Airport. Tatyana saw the surrounding river and marshlands beyond the runways. They reminded her of the Belarus countryside where she had lived her mediocre life of 20 years. The reverse engines lurched her forward in her seat, jostling her breasts, but she was anchored by the lapbelt. The airplane rolled along the ground for a long time, finally finding its berth among the myriad of airliners. The cabin came alive as passengers netted their carry-ons from the crammed overhead compartments. The file of flight weary people trudged towards the port of entry bureaucracy. With her rudimentary English and the student VISA in her passport, Tatyana worked her way through the formal gantlet of documents, stamps and questions. Her smile and animated movements charmed her way through the long lines. She exited Customs with her sole valise to the hooting throng awaiting specific passengers. She spotted the handheld sign reading: Tatyana - Golden Dollar Casino. The uniformed chauffeur took her bag and, holding tightly to her arm, guided her through the terminal to the waiting limousine. As they approached, the passenger door floated open and Tatyana was steered into the rear seat. Her journey was reaching its end. --------------------- The journey had started in a small neighborhood nightclub. She was one of the finalists in the wet teeshirt contest. Another girl won the vanilla-version titty contest. Regardless, Tatyana was pleased to accept a drink from the mysterious gentleman who complemented her on her crowd appeal and wondered about her future plans. Curious by nature, she listened as he regaled her with tales of a greater world outside Belarus. Having no immediate plans, or prospects, Tatyana was drawn to the idea of a hospitality career in America. The gentleman made casino and stage entertainment, even waitress and staff jobs, sound glamorous. She wanted that dream to come true. She agreed to meet his colleagues for interviews and talent tests. Tatyana completed the follow-up round of health checks and interviews. Each step towards her dream was a step further from her inhibitions. Each encounter was more salacious. The medical tests evolved from routine exams and lab tests to intimate assessments of her feminine particulars. Male professionals, and sometimes women, evaluated her social and sexual aptitude. Tatyana fell into an ever darkening world of sexual depravity but stayed focused on the light at the end of the tunnel. She set aside her scruples and kept her eye on the goal: America. She persevered through the trials. Now the prize was in her grasp and she held on tight. The girl from a poor neighborhood in Minsk had arrived safely in the New World after a tumultuous trial of willpower. --------------------- The gentleman from the Minsk nightclub received Tatyana into the limousine. She had not seen him since that first night. He was all smiles and smirks. "Tatyana, it's so good to see you again. Here, sit next to me. How was the flight?" "It was very long but very interesting. It was my first time in an airplane. I am so happy to finally be in America." "Well, my colleagues and I are also happy you are here. Your work schedule will start soon, after a day or so to recover from the jetlag. In the meantime, we will get you settled into your quarters and orient you to your duties. Speaking of which, now would be a good time to start that orientation." The gentleman ran his hand along Tatyana's thigh under her loose skirt. Her flesh was warm and smooth. His hand quested higher and found her pantied cameltoe, soft and supple. "As talent scout and recruiter for Eastern Europe, I identify young women but I let the syndicate specialists screen them for suitability. One perk of my position is conducting the first orientation session once the women arrive here." The gentleman lightly caressed her womanhood through the silk. He let a frown skitter across his face "Tatyana, please remove your panties. They are in my way." Tatyana hesitated but only for a moment. This wasn't unlike the intimate interviews in Minsk. She lifted her ass and slid the silky panties off her legs. She set them on the seat opposite him but the gentleman leaned across, brushing his cheek to her breast as he snatched them up. After a deep sniff, he pocketed the scrap of cloth. They would join the growing trophy panty collection in his office. The gentleman spoke with quiet authority, "Open your legs a bit." Tatyana inched her thighs further apart. The gentleman twisted towards her and introduced his long finger to her mouth. Tatyana accepted the digit between her lips and suckled it. The gentleman withdrew it and leaned in for a kiss. As they probed each other's mouth with tongues, the gentleman re-rummaged under Tatyana's skirt and probed her bare cunt lips with his wetted finger. Tatyana experienced the simultaneous invasion of tongue and finger into her warm, wet openings. The gentleman wiggled the digit until Tatyana yipped as he brushed her G-spot. Target located, he fell into a circle-and-slide motion that provoked that delicate bundle of nerves. In no time at all, Tatyana peaked and spilled her ecstatic breaths against the gentleman's lips, held tightly there by his other hand behind her head. As Tatyana floated down from her orgasmic perch, she shuddered as her flushed face fell against his shoulder. The gentleman maintained his manual caress in and on her vulva. When he felt her give a last tension-clearing exhale and shiver, he stopped his motion but kept his finger embedded as he talked. "It appears your file has some accurate information. You can and do orgasm quickly. We will help you learn to manage the timing for maximum effect. But for now, it's my turn to cum. Show me your best blowjob skills." With a final finger wiggle, the gentleman withdrew. Laying his hands aside, he leaned back and granted Tatyana easy access. She opened her blouse's top buttons to cool her blushing bosom. The gentleman harrumphed and nodded, liking the rosy view. Tatyana should have won that Minsk teeshirt contest but such was the fickle of that audience. Leaning in, Tatyana unbuckled and unzipped the gentleman. She laid the panels wide. His cock was showing plumpness. Affectionately, she aligned him carefully. With everything in position, she licked and slurped the crown between her lips and sucked. She bobbed cautiously, testing the rigidity of his cock. The gentleman grasped a handful of her wavy dark hair and signaled the initial stroke pace. Tatyana followed his guidance with long slow dips and sucks. The gentleman let her head go and tilted his own head back against the headrest. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his neck, back, arms and legs totally into the black leather cushions. Tatyana noted his capitulation and fell into her beloved blowjob role. Her tongue, lips, tonsils and hollowed cheeks consecutively massaged the gentleman's swollen organ in a melody of slow-motion actions. Before long, the gentleman was moaning at the top and bottom of each slow stroke. She gave his cock an extra tongue swipe there each time. Tatyana never hurried the pace, stretching out the action while stretching out his erection. The stretching finally reached its limit and the gentleman broke out pulses of cum into her mouth. The gentleman bounced and jiggled in the seat. His orgasm was strong but he refrained from excessive noise. Tatyana sucked and swallowed. She held him until he noticeably deflated, then searched closely in his groin for any wayward cum strands that might have leaked from her mouth. Finding none, she smiled proudly at her ability to pull forth and preserve a man's essence inside her mouth. The gentleman smoothed his palms on her head before taking a hair-hold and drawing her up. She refastened his fly as the limousine came to a halt. She quickly adjusted her own clothing. A uniformed doorman held the door as she emerged and gaped upward, awestruck at the twinkling skyscraper that disappeared upward into the dark night. Tatyana lowered her gaze to the tower's sparkling brass and glass entrance. The doorman tipped his cap as he chirped, "Welcome to the Golden Dollar Casino, ma'am. We hope you enjoy your stay". She was pretty sure she would. -------------------------- Tatyana's suitemate was digging through the closet, trying to find her ruby-red stilettos. The Thai beauty wanted every bit of elevation she could muster when she worked the casino floor. Naturally voluptuous, the added height gave her the hourglass illusion men preferred. And that illusion consequently gave her the increased tips she preferred. It also garnered the profitable opportunities she sought for off-floor activities arranged by the Madam Hostess. Sippawan had only been in America for a few months. Sippi had not arrived by air as Tatyana had, but disembarked from a boat after a month long journey from Southeast Asia. Her poor family had traded her to a dealer in Bangkok. There were simply too many mouths to feed and Sippi had been old enough to leave home and make her own way in the world. Bundled into a packing container with other indentured women, Sippi had been shipped on a freighter bound for Philadelphia. Once at sea, the girls were allowed movement about the cabins and bridge decks. They saw the vast expanses of the Pacific Ocean. The jungles of Panama were almost close enough to touch when the freighter trans-shipped the Canal. In the Caribbean, hazy islands slipped past on the horizon. For the final leg up the Delaware River to Camden Yards, the women were confined to the special smuggling container until it cleared inspection by lazy custom officials. The boring month long voyage had been made bearable by sensual activities with the international crew. Sippawan's nubile beauty quickly attracted the Captain's notice and she became his exclusive companion. Sippi enjoyed the comfort of his private cabin over the far less private common crew quarters. The stacked bunks vibrated noisily day and night as the girls and crewmates engaged in successive off-duty flings. Sippi exclaimed an "Ah hah!" as she held the red shoes high. She leaned over to slide them on, jostling her unconfined breasts inside the billowy wrap dress. Tatyana saw what the patrons would see when they peered down at Sippi's petite figure with its grand mounds of chest meat. Sippi erected herself and did a slow twirl for Tatyana, the fabric's sparkling sequins drawing attention to the buxom young Asian. "Do I look okay?" "You look marvelous, as usual. The guests are going to go wild. What's on your plate tonight?" "Madam Hostess said I will work the private room. Some lobbyists are hosting a VIP, probably another Congressman. What about you?" "I already have a private one-on-one session pre-arranged for later tonight. Until then, I will be a cocktail hostess on the gaming floor." The women completed their preening and preparations and departed for their respective assignments. As they were navigating the hallways, they passed Rachel. She was stunning with her red hair, star blue eyes and statuesque build. Her large bauble earrings and necklace swayed and bounced against her freckled skin. The women exchanged brief pleasantries. Rachel was always friendly and inquisitive but rather reticent about her own past. The others suspected her past life had been violent or abusive which she preferred to forget about within these glamorous settings. Tatyana listened as the Floor Supervisor reminded them about their rules and roles. Keep the patrons just intoxicated enough to play riskily but ease back on the alcohol if they showed signs of becoming too inebriated to continue losing money. Be lavish but subtle with the boob presses and cleavage lean-ins. The house made its money on a cut of the gambling takes. Any tips the waitresses could keep completely for themselves. After shift special liaisons were allowed and even encouraged but must be approved by the Madam Hostess who handled the fee collection. The split was a fair 50-50 between the girl and the house. Tatyana worked through her shift, rather enjoying the game of tease as she brushed against and flirted with the gamblers. Throughout the evening her tip glass was filled as she skillfully worked the crowd of pudgy, jolly gentlemen. The Floor Supervisor signaled her. "You need to wrap it up and get ready for your private special liaison upstairs." Tatyana deposited her tips with the Cashier and made her way to the elevators and her next assignment of the evening. --------------------- Sippawan tottered about the VIP Room on her precious stiletto heels, serving as the sole hostess to a group of male guests. They wore expensive suits which covered fat bodies despoiled by years of excess food and drink. Their boisterous discussions invoked comparisons between reduced campaign donations and immigration laws run amok. The Congressional Commission on Immigration Reform was ready to recommend changes that would be detrimental to certain business interests. Sippi was busy dispensing drinks and hot appetizers as she used her charms to brighten the atmosphere and distract her guests. The evening had started with the usual boob brushes and giggles at stupid jokes and proceeded to furtive hands swiping her ass and thighs. "Gentlemen, please, I am an elected official representing all the voters. I simply can't bend policy for a few special interests. There are moral issues to consider. We can't allow business interests to exploit for mere profit these poor people who stray upon our shores." "Yes, Commissioner, but you also need to stay elected and that requires campaign donations. Those donations come from profitable businesses. There must be a practical balance." The immigration policy debate seemed to be winding down. Sippi noted that the one tall, fit and handsome gentleman was motioning the others to stand and begin their farewells. He addressed their guest. "Commissioner, I think we understand each other's interests. We will do our duty to our clients. We hope you will do your duty to your voters but especially your duty to your integrity. We will leave for now but please relax and enjoy the remainder of your evening as our special guest. We will be in touch." Everyone shuffled past the guest of honor to say their farewells as they headed for the door. The lead gentleman guided all the others through the exit. He waivered at the door as the Commissioner turned his attention to the VIP hostess remaining with him. "So, darling, what's your name?" "Sippawan, but everyone calls me Sippi." "Sippi...I like that. Where are you from?" "Thailand." "Ahh... Thailand... the treasures of Angkor Wat! I've heard about those." "Well, yes, sir, but Angkor Wat is in Cambodia, a neighboring country." "Oh, I see. I guess my geography is a little rusty." The Commissioner examined Sippi's geography with its curves and coves. He had told his hosts that he preferred redheads. But variety was the spice of life and this buxom little Asian in her red stilettos and tight-fitting sequined gown looked pretty spicy. "Come sit on my lap, Sippi. Let's get better acquainted. You can teach me about the treasures of Thailand." The tall, handsome leader of the lobbyists closed the door behind him and was satisfied with the direction of that conversation. Sippi was left alone with the Commissioner. ----------------------- Outside, the lobby group in the hallway exchanged their own parting comments. The tall, handsome leader of the group held back as the others approached the elevator. When the elevator arrived they all boarded but him. "Coming, Jack?" "Naw... ya'all go on ahead. I have other matters that need my attention." The others snickered as the elevator doors closed. Jack represented a new lobby group in town and seemed well funded. They had eagerly facilitated Jack's introduction to the Commissioner in exchange for a slice of the campaign donation. Every one of them understood lobbyists' budgets got scant scrutiny. Thus the habitual expense entry of a 'special liaison' for the target politician could easily hide a second 'special liaison' for themselves. Nobody lifted an eyebrow. Their clients wanted results, not audits. Jack's 'other matters' were very familiar to them. They headed to the casino floor to seek their own pleasures. When Jack was alone, he dialed the Madam Hostess. "Yes, ma'am, this is Jack. I booked the VIP Room for my guest. No... No... everything is going fine. It's just that I found out my guest has some distinct peccadillos. He is really into having two women at once; one to service him while the other one watches. He really likes redheads. I know its short notice but this guest is very important to my firm's success...Do you have a girl available, a redhead?... Great! How much?... Really!... She's only going to watch!... Sure, sure, okay, I'm not really in a position to bargain the price. Please hurry, though. I left him alone in the room with the VIP hostess and they seemed to be getting friendly rather quickly. Thanks." With those arrangements in place, Jack set off for his own rendezvous. He needed to keep his cover story intact by playing out the role of a lobbyist that cheated on his expense account. He must go through with his 'other matter' appointment. It was just Jack's way of being thorough and 'taking one for the team'. ------------------------ Tatyana waited in a hospitality suite high in the residential tower. There was a knock on the door and she took one last turn in front of the mirror for a final check of her appearance. Knockout or stunningly elegant: either would best describe her. Her dark, wavy hair was in an up-style with tendrils dangling to frame her perfectly made up face. Her red lipstick contrasted the smoky dark eye-shadow. The green silky dress clung to her hourglass physique and ended fashionably just above her knees. She opened the door to a tall, broad shouldered man in a dark suit. He was ruggedly handsome with an air of athleticism. "Hi" he said. "Hi... Are you my guest? I am expecting Jack." "That's me. And you are...?" "Tatyana. Please come in." She stepped aside and perused Jack as he entered the room. From front or behind, head to toe, Jack was one handsome dude. Sometimes a girl just got lucky. Tatyana closed and secured the door, then motioned Jack to a chair. "Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps?" "Sure, that would be nice. I like scotch, neat, no ice." Jack watched Tatyana waltz across the room. Her strapped heels propped her toned legs and bounced her stride. Her braless boobs jiggled beneath the dress's revealing bodice as her hips sashayed across to the service bar. Her ass was trim and compact beneath the taut fabric, inferring a snug fitting cunt. 'This job certainly had its perks' thought Jack. He imagined his colleagues guffawing about 'taking one for the team'. Sometimes a guy just got lucky. Tatyana returned with his drink and held it towards him as she leaned in subtly inviting him to take a long look down her cleavage. Even as he gripped the glass, she lingered in the hold. Jack reached his other hand around her butt and drew her closer. He set the drink on the side table. Tatyana slid her trim ass sidesaddle into his lap, her lips slid across his cheek, and then her tongue slid between their conjoined lips. The first kiss was heavenly. It went on and on as neither one wanted to let go of the sensation. Jack's hand smoothed a caress on Tatyana's rump as his other now drink-free hand slid up Tatyana's side and cupped her weighty tit through the dress, bouncing, squeezing and kneading it. Questing further, his hand burrowed inside her slack dress top and felt the warm skin surrounding and supporting her puffy nipple. His thumb alternately circled and swept across her areolae, getting a nub stiffening reaction. Total Woman Security 02 Jack was feeling his own appendage stiffening, trapped beneath Tatyana's warm bottom. He broke the kiss to move things along. Tatyana was of a similar mind and began loosening Jack's tie and shirt collar. Her hands went inside and brushed his chest and nipples. Jack held her hand still and looked in her eyes. "Could you please remove your dress before removing my clothes? Can you do that for me?" Tatyana nodded slowly as she held eye contact. She retained the steady gaze as she stood and reached behind for her dress zipper. Her hands descended unseen as the dress top fell away and revealed her breasts to Jack. They swayed beneath her chest as she leaned over to push the dress down her legs. She was panty-less and shaven. Her trim tanned legs needed no nylon hose to flesh out their natural color and smoothness. Tatyana sank to her knees before Jack and continued to unbutton his shirt. The belt, zipper and shoes were similarly unfastened as her boobs swayed and jiggled while she worked. Standing, she pulled Jack up and finished his disrobing, carefully attending to each article, hanging, folding, stacking them at the bedside dresser. Tatyana returned to stand in front of Jack, her arms hanging limply, offering a willingness to satisfy Jack's desires as he saw fit. Jack was tall but the high heels Tatyana still wore helped even the difference. He picked at Tatyana's hair clips and let her tresses fall about her shoulders. He cupped her chin and drew her in for another smoldering kiss. She ran her arms about his neck and held him tight. His arms circled her back and pressed her wondrous fleshy globes into his muscled chest. Then Jack's hands descended to cup Tatyana's ass cheeks. He lifted her as she encircled her thighs around his waist and locked her high heels behind him. He carried her to the bed and lay her gently down, still tenderly ensconced in her pelvic saddle. Tatyana wiggled her hips around until her cunt lips found his hard and swollen cock tip. Jack cooperated with the alignment and they worked together easing Jack's cock inward. Jack's initial impression that her tight ass should signal a tight cunt was validated by the natural warmth, wetness and compression that surrounded his buried erection. The lovers were loath to make any vigorous motions just yet. They reveled in the divine closeness of the other's body. They played tongue tag. Only an occasional hip jog or thigh twist interrupted the calm of their intimate juncture. Slowly, the urge grew and small movements became longer movements. Time ticked on as the longing for more sensation caused them to increase the moves. Jack was becoming more active with longer cock strokes. Tatyana was ensnared beneath Jack's lean bulk. Jack did his best to brace his weight above her but savored his masculine control over Tatyana. He plowed gracefully deep inside her. Their sweat dampened skins slipped about between them arousing them even more. Tatyana was trying hard to regulate her rush to the peak. She had been practicing orgasm control these past months, marching lockstep with her often inebriated liaisons' slow rise to orgasm. Jack was not impaired by anything; he was simply chocked full of raw manly stamina. Tatyana was unable to hold out. With a sudden cry of delight, her cunt rippled and pulsed as she jogged her trapped hips trying to draw Jack into her spiraling ascension. As she crossed the pinnacle, Jack slowed and waited for her tense and vibrating body to calm and soften back into the mattress. "Was it good?" he asked. "Yes" she murmured with a dazed look in her eyes. Jack lay still and watched her face until he saw her eyes clear. He began a slow sensual stroke that brought that contented look back to Tatyana's face. "Tatyana, don't hold it in. I like it when you cum. I like pleasing you." Within minutes, Tatyana peaked again, then twice more over the next hour. After that, Jack became a thrusting machine. He pounded her relentlessly, bumping his pubic bone hard against hers. His breath quickened and he arched high with a howl as he disgorged volumes of warm cum into Tatyana's receptive core. They lay quiescent after that, lightly conjoined until Jack's prick deflated and slowly slinked out. Yet neither disentangled from the missionary embrace, content to catnap in that position until their time was over and Jack must depart. --------------------- Rachel knocked on the VIP Room door. No response. She knew she was expected. Madam Hostess had hurried her there to watch two immature adults perform innate sexual acts. She needn't stand waiting in the hallway but habitual courtesy demanded it. Overcoming that subconscious rule of manners, Rachel finally turned the knob and walked in. They were lounged together in a cushioned recliner. The corpulent Commissioner had his briefs on but was otherwise nude. His erection was poking partly through the fly. Sippawan still retained much of her clothes and her red heels, albeit the dress back zipper was fully open. They had been petting like high school teenagers. Sippi's fingertips held the Commissioner's exposed cock crown. He had one hand between her legs under her dress and the other arm wrapped around her back, hand obscured under the loosed top, palming her tit. They looked up and giggled at Rachel in the open doorway. "Oops, busted!" said Sippi. That got a boyish tither from the Commissioner. Rachel closed and secured the door. Her role was to watch, so she positioned a chair across from them and sat to observe the spectacle. She swept her hair behind each ear. Rachel fiddled with her earrings and clicked hidden buttons that activated the pinhole video cameras embedded in the jewelry. She similarly brushed her necklace broach and activated the third camera. Total Woman Security was about to entrap the Commissioner and gain advantage for their client. The Commissioner eyed his newest guest. He did like redheads and Rachel was truly lovely with her thick wavy auburn hair, blue eyes and freckled skin. He felt his cock stiffen more. So did Sippi. She expanded her caresses down over the crown rim and onto his shaft. Her circled thumb and index finger slid up over the corona and down again, stimulating the widest ring of nerves on the knob. The Commissioner liked that and hummed a happy little tune as Sippi worked. While Sippi was busy getting the Commissioner hard, the Commissioner was taking an interest in Rachel. He gazed at her blue eyes that gazed steadily back at his. Rachel pursed and licked her red lips, swallowed, her neck muscles cycling. The Commissioner looked lower. Rachel's well-endowed cleavage was clasped in the dress's built-in bra, lifting and compressing her freckled orbs. She sat with legs crossed, the skirt riding up her elegant toned thighs cased in sheer hose. The sight was getting the Commissioner harder and he was breathing a little more rapidly, a neutral expression frozen on his face. Rachel noted the Commissioner's interest and smoothly re-crossed her legs, flashing a glimpse of white thong cameltoe beneath the sea-foam chiffon cocktail dress. The Commissioner eyes darted down then floated back to Rachel's face. Maintaining eye-contact with Rachel, he moved his lips near Sippi's ear and whispered. Sippi moved her head back and nodded with a grin. She shifted back a bit and waited as the Commissioner disengaged his boob filled hand and took his arm off her shoulder. Sippi slid down; loosing contact with the Commissioner's other hand palming her vulva. Squared up on the floor between his knees, Sippi pulled the elastic waistband of the Commissioner's briefs over his prick and down his legs. His erection was semi-soft. Sippi kneeled up and shrugged her unzipped dress off her shoulders. It pooled in a ring around her waist, the skirt already hiked up on her ass and thighs. Her rotund breasts were mounted high and firm on her chest. The Commissioner saw her movements in his peripheral vision but maintained his stare into Rachel's eyes across the room. Sippi noted his indifference for her latest exposure and glanced back across her shoulder at Rachel, making a quick scowl. Returning to the job at hand, Sippi used both hands to surround the Commissioner's cock and ran them up and down his length. The Commissioner felt Sippi's caress but still stared at redheaded Rachel. Rachel adjusted her dress top, pulling it out and down until the upper edge of her areoles were even with the edge of the dress's bodice. She wetted her right index finger. Her other index finger hooked the left bodice cup and drew the material lower exposing her entire large rose disk to view. It was oversized even for her generous boobs. Her wetted finger began to circle the sensitive rim. The Commissioner's eyes dilated at the erotic vista before him. His hands clasped the sides of Sippi's head and drew her mouth to his cock. Sippi proceeded to lap, suck and bob on the Commissioner's engorged prick. Meanwhile, Rachel broke gaze and watched her finger work its magic, getting the little nub to rise at the center of the uncommonly big smooth disks. When she glanced back at the Commissioner's face, his eyes were steady, not blinking, but his neck rippled as he swallowed one time. His hands still bracketed Sippi's head. In his mesmeric daze, the Commissioner was unconsciously directing Sippi's motions, guiding the pace and length of strokes, masturbating himself with the Thai beauty's lips. Rachel watched his face. His fat creased chest rose and fell as his breathing increased. His puffy face was growing flush. He continued to lock stares with Rachel. Rachel now hooked both index fingers in her bodice and drew it completely down, framing and uplifting both orbs with the tightly stretched fabric. Her exposed breasts lay heavy on her chest. She wetted both index fingers and rubbed both areolas in synchronized circles. The Commissioner gave a huff and a puff, pushed Sippi's head completely onto his stiff prick and bellowed out. Sippi gave a start on the first shot, then coped skillfully with the staccato flow of sperm jetting into her mouth. She swallowed between bursts and mirrored the Commissioner's movements as his hips jiggled in orgasmic tremors on the chair. The Commissioner finally laid still, eyes staring. Then he suddenly blinked with a fog clearing single head shake. He looked down where Sippi was softly suckling his deflating erection. He stirred to sit upright from his post-coitus slouch. Rachel sat motionless, patiently in pose, fingers touching her nubs. She broke the silence. "Commissioner, did my performance please you?" "Yes, Red, that was very good." Sippi was again dismayed at the Commissioner's lack of consideration for her oral efforts. "Then I believe I am finished here and must attend to my next guest. Will you excuse me?" The Commissioner nodded and waved a back-handed dismissal at Rachel. He now noticed Sippi. His ardent urgency was past and he had Sippi's company for the rest of a leisurely evening. As the door closed behind Rachel, Sippi cuddled back in the Commissioner's lap. He palmed her exposed nearest boob and giggled again like a schoolboy. Sippi wanted the Commissioner to next fuck her cunt, seated or prone, no difference. She wanted her own orgasm. Rachel strolled contented down the hallway. At the elevator, she pressed the call button and watched the numbers countdown to her floor. The doors slid opened; the car was occupied by a tall, broad shouldered man in a dark suit. He was ruggedly handsome with an air of athleticism. "Hi" he said. Rachel stepped in, leaned over to press the ground floor button but found it already lit. She turned to face the closing doors and the car continued its descent. "Did you get good video?' he asked. Rachel looked up and over at him. She leaned up on her toes and pecked his cheek. "All we should need" she said. Rachel slipped her hand in his and continued to face the doors. The elevator stopped and opened. Jack and Rachel crossed the gaming floor and walked out the front lobby entrance, hand in hand, headed for their post-mission safe room in another hotel. Rachel hoped that Jack had not given his all to the cover-story hostess upstairs. She was in the mood for some 'me-time', that period during missions when the TWS operatives lay low until things firmed up or the heat blew over. She had plans for the next few days of waiting. She wanted to be laid low under Jack as his firmness blew her heat away... again and again. ----------------------------------- Phones and conversation echoed in the background. The Commissioner sat at his broad desk, surrounded by photos and plaques commemorating his service to his electorate. He opened the large plain brown package marked: Confidential. Inside were a series of photos and a DVD disk. The photos showed him seated in a chair, naked, getting a full on blowjob from a half dressed kneeling Oriental girl. Her face was hidden, buried in his groin. His face stared at the camera impassive until it suddenly exploded in a cry of ecstasy. An enclosed one page typewritten letter simply stated: 'Dear Commissioner, Please reserve 2 - 3 PM Thursday afternoon for a private meeting in your office. We want to discuss some necessary changes to the proposed Immigration Reform Bill. See you then. The Business Employers' Alliance' Total Woman Security 03 Leona lounged in the Commissioner's inner office. She had been waiting since before dawn. Her meeting was set for 9 AM but she had been sneaked in early before watchful eyes and keen ears knew she was there. There was a bustle in the outer office. Two uniformed men entered. One was older, still visibly fit but filling his uniform with the chubby baggage caused by years of politics: moderate alcohol, fine food and deskbound forbearance of popularly elected fools. He wore the epaulette stars of the Commissioner for Game Parks and Zoological Resources. The second man drew Leona's instant respect. Ramrod tall and lithe, even his shapeless standard uniform couldn't hide the muscular power sleekly covering his angular frame. His magenta ebony complexion, high cheek-bones and long limbs said Maasai warrior. His easy smile and manner said 'professional elite'. One shoulder patch held the flag of Kenya: three bands of color emblazoned with crossed spears and indigenous shield. The other shoulder patch showed crossed elephant tusks arching a deadly lion paw with extended claws; it was underwritten with 'KAR APU'. The Kenyan Africa Rifles were formed a century ago by the British colonials. From the start, they were recruited and trained to shield their friends and chastise their enemies. Deep mutual respect between the KAR and colonial administrations kept the KAR loyal and well provisioned. At independence, the new government demanded the loyalty of all citizens and officials. It prudently requested the KAR for theirs. In exchange for pledges of autonomy to recruit and train only the best, the officers and men of the KAR swore an oath to defend the new nation. Mutual fear and respect kept the pact secure. When ivory and rhino horn poaching became incredibly lucrative, it inevitably corrupted the politicians and emboldened the well-armed poaching gangs. The only possible counter-force was the KAR. Thus was established the KAR's response, elite striker teams within its Anti-Poaching Unit, the APU. Captain Sankale brightly greeted Leona and shook her hand. At the touch, Leona's heart skipped a beat; the missing beat reflected in her clitoris. Her exhaustive carnal training under the tutelage of TWS Chiefs usually kept a tight grasp on her passions. She knew her job. But her deportment faltered in the presence of this remarkable alpha male. Leona stared starry-eyed without speaking. The Commissioner coughed, breaking the spell. Sankale smirked and offered a gentleman's hand guiding Leona to her chair. The three sat in the office's casual side-setting. Chai tea was served from a vacuum canister. The Commissioner reviewed the mission parameters and objectives. Poaching was decimating the elephant and rhino herds in Kenya. Raw ivory and rhino horn was in huge demand in eastern and southeastern Asia, home to a third of the world's human population. The decorative uses of ivory and the purported sexual potency of powdered rhino horn garnered profits rivaling those of illegal drugs. But where drugs were manufactured at many places around the world, East and Southern Africa were near monopolies on the supply of elephant ivory and rhino horn. "You need to understand that we cannot simply arrest or assassinate the ring leader of the whole poaching network. Not only is he surrounded by armed body guards but he has bought powerful friends within the government. We don't want a gunfight with collateral damage or a political scandal. "We want to 'detain' Maina Gathau surreptitiously and extract useful information on his network of poachers and politicians. We will deal quietly with those bad actors in our own good time and in our own unique ways. Poaching will diminish as the players melt away, one by one. "The 'Elephant', that's Maina's nickname, is a Safari Rally booster and fan. Your opportunity is this weekend. Get him isolated from his bodyguards and Captain Sankale and his team will take care of things. Can you do that?" Leona confidently affirmed her ability to complete the mission. Hands were shaken all around. Leona's clit buzzed again when she touched Captain Sankale. --------------------------------------- Leona stretched her long chocolate legs out in front of her. She was lazed back in an entry lounge sofa of the Utali Hotel. She perused the crowd. Nairobi was always crowded but now during the East African Safari Rally, the place was literally packed. Rally drivers, team owners, mechanics, support personal of all types, tourists, rally enthusiasts and news reporters were everywhere. Money flooded every hotel and bar. The cash registers sopped it up. Then, of course, there was the informal economy: the curio dealers and prostitutes. They provided the cover for Leona and Kagema, her TWS Field Operative team mate. Leona could both blend in and stand out. Her natural beauty outclassed every other woman in the room. She could easily snare any male in the city. But her particular quarry was the 'Elephant', Maina Gathau. A commotion on the sidewalk spilled inside. A huge man, fat and laughing, sloshed into the lobby. He was submerged in a sea of flashbulbs, reporters and prostitutes. Maina Gathau had made his customary gaudy entrance. "Gathau, how do you think your team will fare in the rally leg tomorrow?" "They will win that one, just as they won today!" "The competition is very tough and they won't go down easily." "Fuck the competition! We are the BEST!" The tittering mass stumbled towards the bar. As the 'herd' stumbled past Leona, Gathau's face lost some of its joviality as he caught her eye...and her glowing face ringed by a perfect coiffure, the generous cleavage exposed atop the fashionable strapless dress, the tight waist flaring to luxurious hips and the long smooth legs terminating at her polished stiletto heels. The crowd carried him forward but his head swiveled as he moved, staring at this priceless image of cock stiffening grandeur. He seated himself where he could look past his sycophants and scan her lust-building splendor at will. Leona noted the Elephant's attention and prepared to execute stage two. Her teammate, Kagema, dressed as a hotel waiter, brought her another drink, and 'accidently' spilled it on her lap. Leona jumped up screeching. "You bloody oaf! You've ruined my dress!" Everyone looked at the scene, including Gathau, who came to her 'rescue'. Gathau had not become who he was without knowing when to pounce for the kill after stalking the prey. Gathau shoved Kagema out of the way. Kagema melded into the gathering throng of bystanders as Gathau peered sympathetically at Leona. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm okay...NO...not really. My dress is stained. It's very costly and I can't afford to just throw it away. I need to clean it up quickly." "Please, let me help. You can clean it in my suite upstairs." "Well, I don't know..." "It will be fine. Bring a friend to accompany you for your own piece of mind." Leona gave in. She had reinforced her cover by chatting up a prostitute. Leona motioned her to join them. They followed Gathau to the elevator. The trio rode it high into the upper stories; then exited into a plush hallway. Gathau carded a door lock which opened for them. He ushered Leona inside and, behind her back, barred the 'friend' from entering. Gathau handed the 'friend' a night's worth of trick money and motioned her back to the elevator as he closed and locked the door. The suite was luxurious with a main room and separate bed and bath. Leona repaired to the bath where she doffed and rinsed the dress. She emerged in a terry bathrobe. Leona joined Gathau on the sofa looking out the expansive windows at the lights of Nairobi twinkling below. Gathau offered her wine, which she declined. She sat sideways on folded legs and looked him in the face. Gathau thought that was very bold of Leona...and very alluring. His blood warmed even more. He wanted to discover Leona's story...and the rst of her. "Do you come to Nairobi often?" "I live in America. I came here to go on safari to the game parks but apparently arrived in the middle of this silly rally. You boys and your toys! All the tours are booked and I will probably return to America without seeing any wild animals." "That is not right. A pretty lady like you deserves to get nice things. I happen to be combining watching the rally with some business south of Lake Magadi in the lower Rift Valley. Why don't you ride along? We will probably see many wild animals." Leona hugged Gathau's neck and pecked his cheek. "Really? You would do that for me? Oh, aren't you my knight in shining armor!" Gathau turned into her face and captured her lips with his. Leona returned the sentiment and rested her hand on his groin. He burrowed under the robe's flaps and handled her glorious breasts. Leona smiled; the night was proceeding as planned. She took Gathau's other hand, rose and led him to the bedroom. Gathau stood by the bed. Leona took her time removing his clothes. He was a very fat man and the skin was craggy and ribbed where his clothing's belts and elastic straps constricted it. When he was nude, she laid him out face up in bed. There was no way she was allowing this crushing mound of blubber to mount her from the top during their coupling. Leona dropped her robe. She was topless and the panties promptly disappeared also. She crawled on the mattress and kneeled up between Gathau's spread legs. His cock was proportional to the rest of his bulky body. Leona held it with both hands. She stroked along its length and it grew even bigger. This was going to be a challenge but TWS Operatives were the best in the world and conquering challenges was their approach to life. Leona held the blubbery rod vertical and leaned in to kiss the knob. She opened her jaws and tested its size between her teeth. It would pass okay and she could suck to add pressure but there was no spare room for tongue rubs. Deep throating would be just possible if she really focused. Preliminary plans complete, Leona set to work. She bobbed slowly along its length, getting two-thirds in before the tip bumped her tonsils. Several minutes passed but Gathau was not showing signs of attaining his peak. In fact, he was making little hip jogs, signaling her to take it all in. Leona thought 'Well, here we go...' Leona took a deep breath and slid down, felt the tip at her tonsils and kept going. The knob pushed past and into her throat. Her lips surrounded the base of the Elephant's massive dick. She pulled it out and set an intermittent rhythm that would gain Gathau his orgasm and allow Leona her oxygen. Three full mouth strokes, an elongated throat plunge with swallowing ripples, then back up for breath and repeat. Leona counted five repetitions and heard Gathau's breathing get heavy. She cycled another round and Gathau was grunting out the breaths. One more cycle and Gathau blustered his breaths and moaning loudly. On the next throat plunge, he bellowed and Leona felt a gush of liquid splash into her throat. She pulled up and the next ropes filled her mouth. She swallowed and her vacated oral space was replenished with more man juice. The following blasts were less voluminous. Leona had been able to control the stream and naught had spilled from her mouth. Leona let his meat shrink in her mouth and then laid the flaccid organ 'pointing north' on his belly. She climbed up and rested atop him, straddling his abdomen with her legs. Her bodacious body draped his chest with her bounteous breasts. She laid her head under his chin. They both dozed off. During the night, Leona awoke to an aroused Gathau. Knowing that another blowjob would not satisfy his lust, she straddled his thighs and played with his cock until it was time to go further. She elevated her hips, shuffled forward and let him slide into her cunt. Gathau was fully awake and clasped her nipples for some rolls and pulls. Leona had two-thirds of Gathau embedded when his tip hit her cervix. Her training included lessons on what to do next but she had very limited practice in its execution. She took a deep cleansing breath to relax as much as possible and bore down. Gathau's knob squeezed through her cervix and entered her deeper womb chamber. Gathau groaned loud and long. The Elephant was accustomed to this oft-needed technique but every time was a fresh delight. Leona drew her hips up until the knob rim was just above her womb ring. She fluttered there, using her cervical band to massage the sensitive shaft area just below the crown. Gathau grunted again, repeatedly, and with louder and quicker bursts. Leona knew the drill and continued the stimulations as Gathau's ardor rose higher. Finally, he shuddered; his muscles clenched and quaked, sloshing his portly gut. His spunk pulsed into her deepness as Leona lessened the motions and rode out his orgasm. Gathau lay quiescent and Leona waited until his shaft and knob deflated to a reasonable size that she was able to slide it out without risking injury. Gathau's essences trickled from Leona with the retraction of his cock. She lay next to him as they claimed more sleep before dawn. Gathau was eating his breakfast when Leona emerged from the bath, dressed in khaki safari jacket, pants and boots. Today, Leona would travel south with Gathau, pursuing the wild game that was promised. "Thank you for the outfit, it fits perfectly." Gathau also thought it fit perfectly. With Leona's help, he had called the in-hotel store with her sizes. While she preened in the bath, he had recalled the concierge to have the order altered to one size smaller. Leona's perfect tits and ass were perfectly revealed by the stressed fabrics. Gathau was already feeling his own pants stressed by his half-erection. He considered her display good foreplay for an expected repeat fuck later today. Outside the hotel, Gathau's Range Rover waited. When the pair climbed in, a curios street vendor ran to Leona's window and thrust in a carved ebony elephant. "Do you like this elephant, ma'am?" "Maybe. What is the price?" "Almost free, ma'am. 15,000 shillings." "Almost free, huh? Will you take 5,000?" "Please, madam, I have children to feed. Won't you offer more?" Leona held out 10,000 shillings. The vendor dropped the elephant in her lap and snatched the money, scurrying away into the crowd. Leona placed the carved wooden elephant, complete with the hidden GPS tracker, onto the backseat. Kagema had been the archetypical street vendor and the planting the device had gone smoothly. Kagema could now track Leona and Gathau's route and execute a clean snatch when they were isolated out in the bush. The beautiful country-side glided past as Leona was escorted by Gathau into the southern ranges of the Rift Valley. Despite the prerequisites of the mission, Leona was truly captivated by the variety of wild game and domestic animals. Giraffes, gazelle, wildebeests, warthogs, hyenas and even a few remaining elephants and rhinos grazed and cavorted, interspersed with cattle herds and their vigilant Maasai caretakers. It was just as the brochures and magazines had portrayed it. They passed groups of spectators listening for the approaching growl of the Safari Rally racecars that would dash and splash their way along today's leg of the contest. Gathau turned onto a road that led to a higher hillock where they could scan the vast countryside in all directions. Gathau stopped the car. The second car carrying his body guards stopped behind him. The Elephant's lust had been percolating all morning. He watched the bumps in the uneven road roll Leona's ass in the bucket seat and jostle her tits in the form-hugging jacket. This seclusion was a good place to pick up where last night had ended. He gripped her hair at the back of her head and drew her in for a kiss. Leona rubbed his groin. "Gathau, I want you too, baby, but let's find a less exposed place. Drive over behind that little knoll where we will find our whole new world of exhilaration. Tell your bodyguards to wait here. We won't be long...or we might be." She giggled and gave his cock another rub. Gathau radioed his chase car to stay put while he took care of some personal business. This was the usual routine whenever the Elephant travelled with a feminine mate. Sometimes he simply fucked the woman in the backseat as one of the guards drove his car. But the bodyguards had seen Leona's extraordinary beauty arouse Gathau's consuming desire. They understood he craved her uninhibited absorption of his lust. Gathau started the engine and gunned down the side track. As he rounded the blind corner, the Elelphant gave a mouse like squeak of surprise. The car skidded to a stop before ramming into a herd of Maasai cattle meandering in the path. He tooted the horn for the attending Maasai to clear the path. The dozen young Maasai men calmly rapped the cattle's backs with their 8-foot long spears to move them off the road. On signal, the four young men closest Gathau's car dropped their spears and raised concealed automatic weapons all aimed at Gathau's head. "Out of the car, Gathau. This is the end of the road for you. We are taking you into custody. We have comrades waiting to show you a 'whole new world of exhilaration'." The Maasai leader watched his team hustle Gaithau into a waiting cargo van. It drove off. The tall Maasai leader turned to Leona. It was Captain Sankale, KAR APU. "Ma'am, we are deeply in your debt. The public won't know of your exceptional assistance these past few days but they will someday see an increase in their prosperity from the tourism generated by bigger game herds." The handsome captain saluted Leona and followed his covert team off the hill, another battle-site in this contemporary commercial conflict. Leona watched him leave. She experienced uncommon regret. He was just a beautiful man she had met twice and would probably never see again. Yet her stomach was filled with butterflies. Her teammate Kagema opened the door and slid into the driver seat. "Leona, are you okay? How do you feel?" "I feel dirty, inside and out. The Elephant was really gross! I need a break, a little 'me-time' to purge the last few days from my memory and my soul." "There's a remote safari camp a few hours from here, very posh. Think you can hold it together 'til then?" "Sounds great. Let's go." The TWS team exited the battle-site. The Maasai herders brushed away the departed strike teams' tire tracks and moved their cattle away from the site of the snatch. The bodyguards were impatient. The Elephant had been out-of-sight too long. They followed his tire tracks beyond the hill. The tracks ended at the path of a cattle crossing. No car, no tracks, no Elephant. They searched around on foot but found nothing. A quick conference ensued. Mutual consensus determined that prudence was the better part of valor. They would simply melt back into their homes and forget they were ever involved with the Elephant. Far away from the bodyguards' cowardly desertion, Kagema steered the purloined Range Rover along their escape route and the TWS team mates trekked to their night lodgings. The Taita Hills Safari Camp was everything advertised. Kagema and Leona soaked off the dust and sweat of the day in the hot tub. Fruited cocktails in big glasses took the edge off their nerves under umbrella shaded lounges at the pool. Hot and cold running waiters attended them. The camp sported 8 cabins and the facilities were not crowded or overused. The gourmet dinner was divine. Kagema wore linen shirt, cotton slacks with loafers. Leona dressed in a strapless colorful wrap dress that left her shoulders, arms and legs exposed to a delighted Kagema. They relaxed inside the mosquito netted pavilion as the African dusk wrought another night with its howls, growls and chirps, foretelling the approaching night cycle of hunter and hunted. Total Woman Security 03 A lion roared in the darkness beyond the hotel boma. Leona mused that one of her namesakes had also succeeded in stalking and seizing her prey, rendering the prize up for disposal by her pride. Gazelle or Gathau, it was pretty much the same primal circle of life. When the wine bottle was empty and the candles withered to stubs, the team-mates linked hands and retired to their cabin. It was definitely 'me-time'. This was an obligatory event for them both. It was Kagema's responsibility as Leona's team mate to help her shed the recollections of her stint in Gathau's bed. Leona needed to re-establish her poise and be primed for the next possible mission. The first 24 hours were critical before her long-term memory compiled and stored the grotesque things she had endured. Those experiences must be overwritten with newer blissful memories. Leona undressed Kagema. Kagema pulled the single fabric knot above Leona's breasts and lifted away the one piece cover. Leona had a magnificent body and Kagema embraced her in a lip- scorching kiss. Their hands swiped backs, butts and limbs. Leona's breasts rolled on Kagema's chiseled chest. He carried her to the waiting bed. She lay on her back with Kagema positioned above her. Leona placed Kagema for entry. He was gentle with his strokes and thrusts. Leona reveled in the concern and care he showed. She let the stimulations perk her passion and her first orgasm since arriving in Africa was a tremendous start to her full recovery. The next two orgasms added distance to the soul-searching safari. Leona's thoughts drifted unrestrained to dreams of ruggedly handsome Captain Sankale, naked above her, thrusting in her, firing her passions as he trapped her powerfully under his body. Kagema sensed Leona's dreaming mind was elsewhere. That meant he was performing his duty well. Leona was successfully using him to cleanse repulsive images of Gathau from her mind. But nothing said that Kagema was obliged to deny his own needs. His passions were also heating up. The writhing Leona was basking Kagema's cock in pleasurable massages. He was sorely taxed. He must hold out until Leona got his full measure of healing before she got his full measure of sperm. He paused and kissed Leona, looking in her face with an unspoken question. She nodded and spoke for them both. "Thank you, Kagema, for holding back. It's okay. Cum in me now; I can tell that you want to shoot your load inside me...your first load tonight anyway. I'll need even more from you later. And I know you're the man who can meet that challenge." Kagema let himself go. He thrust deep and hard, again and again, working his own ardor to an orgasm. When they came, they came together. Their ears rang with the joint volume and intensity of their piercing wails. ------------------------ The human howls caused creatures beyond the camp barricade to interrupt their nocturnal carnalities. Predators, prey and procreators took stock of the noisy commotion emitted from the lighted encampment. It was short, sharp and loud but innocuous to their nightly dealings. They resumed their participation in the endless cycle of life and death that spanned the vast savannah under the star-sparkled African night sky. Total Woman Security 04 Destiny watched the monitor screen as the robots inside the super-clean room assembled the tiny parts. Jonlee stood behind her, impatient with her presence. As Technology Director of this super-secure electronics factory, he didn't like prying visitors, even ones admittedly as good-looking as Destiny. He had protested vigorously against the visit, citing the risks of revealing trade secrets but he had been over-ruled. Destiny's soft voiced questions were probing and insightful. "How do you perform regular maintenance on the robots in the clean-room conditions? What are the security protocols for adjusting the controlling software? Who has access to the computer mainframe's physical location?" The clandestine airwaves had been buzzing with rumors of an imminent sale of ultramodern missile guidance technology to agents of the Axis of Evil. Total Woman Security was helping the manufacturing corporation tighten up its security. All of the physical protocols had been reviewed and re-reviewed and no fault was apparent. They concluded that a mole must be active within the factory and ready to abscond with the crucial technology. Jonlee patiently answered Destiny's queries and escorted her as requested through controlled corridors and passageways to locked rooms and equipment only he and a few others were privy to. Destiny took no notes and recorded no information. She acted like a technology tourist, gawking and gaping at the pretty flashing monitoring lights. Destiny didn't need to take notes. She held advanced degrees in electrical and electronic engineering and understood the concepts. She had been thoroughly briefed on the facility and its equipment by others before her visit. The specific technology advances that made this facility that small fraction better than all the others came from the genius of Jonlee. He was a prodigy in his professional field. Destiny liked Jonlee, despite his obvious challenges in gender relations. His personnel file and surreptitious TWS background check had shown him to be frugal, un-married, few close friends and totally devoted to his career. The study had concluded that Jonlee himself was not the mole. But he could be an unwitting accomplice of an associate. Destiny let Jonlee stew all day with her disruptive presence. His annoyance was palatable. As the afternoon waned, she sensed an easing in his angst as the end of his perceived ordeal approached. In the lobby on Destiny's way out, she shook Jonlee's hand. "So, Jonlee, any idea where a girl can find a good time in this town? Are you doing anything later?" Jonlee had the sorrowful look of the mouse who, having suddenly escaped the cat's paws, found himself hauled back in. "It's science trivia night at the Big Texan. I'm meeting some friends there. We play every Wednesday night." "Sounds like fun. How's the food?" "The dining room serves legendary steaks but the trivia room has typical bar fare." "Well, then, maybe I'll see you there." Destiny took her leave. Jonlee made a final round of inspections to satisfy himself that his cherished machinery was running smoothly before packing up to leave as well. ----------------------------- "And the answer is 'ionized radical molecules'! Ten points for the Geek Squad!" The sparse crowd around the room echoed a drawn out groan. Jonlee and his three friends exchanged high-fives. Two questions left and they would take the prize tonight... again. Damn, this was fun. Kaleb, Lamar and Matt pushed the napkins and empty bowls aside getting ready to dig into the ninth question of this evening's nerdy fun fest. A clatter drew Kaleb and Lamar's attention. Matt ignored the bowl he had just dropped as he stared at the front door. Kaleb and Lamar followed his gaze. Was she lost? A short black sequined cocktail dress hovered at the entrance among the myriad of blue jeans and flannel shirts. Inside the dress was a strikingly beautiful Chinese female complete with long legs, long push-up cleavage and long fluid hair. Her face was set-off by red lips and made-up black eyes peeking beneath eyebrows swathed by black bangs. Jonlee followed their gaze and discovered Destiny had just walked into the bar. She peered around until she found him in the crowd and waved. Kaleb, Lamar and Matt now stared at Jonlee. "You KNOW her?" asked Matt. "I think that's Destiny, my Security Auditor at work." "You THINK? You don't remember? If it were ME, I would REMEMBER!" cackled the guys. Jonlee protested. "Yeah, well, she looked different today wearing a lab coat, safety glasses and her hair in a librarian's bun under the hardhat. Anyway, she's kind of a pain in the ass." Kaleb harrumphed. "She can pain my ass anytime... all night long..." The guys did a quick preen, smoothing hair, adjusting glasses and shirts, standing at anxious attention as Destiny floated to their table. Every other male eye in the room followed her short journey with wonder and interest. "Hello, Jonlee, so glad to see you here. I was hoping to find you. I wanted to get out of the hotel but a girl can get really lost in this town. I'm glad to see a familiar face. " "Hi, Destiny. So... you found us?" "Sure did! Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" Jonlee looked at three stiff geeky smiles on three stiff geeky faces not used to finding such knockout grandeur in their usual haunts and hideouts... or rather her finding them. "This is Kaleb... Lamar... and Matt. They are my only regular buds in town." Destiny extended her delicate hand and pressed lightly with each man in turn. Without invitation, she drew up a stool and sat at the high-top. Nobody objected. Destiny displayed her best social ice-breaker skills, asking the men lots of small talk questions about the city, their jobs and interests. Kaleb was a biologist at the local agricultural station, studying animal diseases. Lamar managed a computer software design firm. Matt travelled a lot and was vague about his work, something involving radar, airports and jet engines. The next trivia question was announced, requiring an answer in 60 seconds. Destiny watched with interest as the four amigos whipped out smart phones and thumbed queries into the internet search engines. The vote was three to one on the proposed answer; Matt had some difficulty getting his PDA to cough up the information quickly enough. Kaleb ran their written answer to the disc jockey before time was called. The quintet of four geeks and one bombshell resumed their chatter. The intercom popped on as a voice announced "And the answer is 'continental drift'! Another ten points for the Geek Squad!" The guys high fived again, this time joined by a bubbly Destiny. "Wow. You guys are really smart. How do you know all this stuff?" Lamar crowded next to her and keyed his PDA. "It's a custom search program specific to science terms and databases. See... when I ask it any open-ended technical query, it sorts through the data and displays the best answer while it continues looking for more information. Neat, huh?" Destiny was given the grand tour of handheld internet technology resident on each one of the devices at her table. Lamar had shared it with everyone on the team. Destiny was beginning to mentally catalog and prioritize the intelligence she was gathering. Kaleb, the biologist from Kansas, didn't seem a likely candidate as the mole handler. His expertise was in organic chemistry and life sciences, not physics. She would reserve any investigation of his activities for last. Lamar worked with computer technology and that fit with the software and hardware guidance modules in question. She would keep an eye on him. Matt had been vague regarding his job. It involved aeronautics, fully in keeping with missile guidance and performance. If any of these three were dirty, Matt would be her first choice. She would start with him. For the remainder of the evening, Destiny sat next to Matt, flipping her hair, laughing at his wit, touching his skin and flattering him at every opportunity. At the end of the evening, the Geek Squad had won the grand prize, a 10 pound bag of shell-on peanuts. They were the same free salty nuts that filled the patrons' bellies and the same papery husks that crunched underfoot as the crowds left for home. Saying their farewells, Destiny held back until the others left. She tapped Matt's arm. "Can you help me get a cab?" "Are you headed to your hotel? Which way is that?" Destiny stated the hotel across town and Matt offered her a ride instead. "I just need to drop by my house first, okay? I think something in the basement is starting to leak." Destiny walked with Matt to his car. He held her door like the gentleman he was. He climbed in and fumbled with his keys. Before he could get them into the ignition switch, Destiny tackled him, gripping his neck, mashing her lips to his and running her tongue across his teeth and gums. Matt bragged to the guys about being a man of the world but this one really took him by surprise. He quickly recovered and took up an active part in the foreplay. He clutched her boob through the fancy dress. Destiny rubbed Matt's denim cased crotch. She took Matt's other boob-less hand and pulled it under her hiked up hem. She rubbed his palm against her damp panty crotch. "Your basement isn't the only thing with something leaking. I got it bad for you. Hurry! Let's get to your place fast. I can't wait much longer to see what you've got." Matt eased Destiny back into her seat and wrestled the keys into the ignition switch. Pulling the Toyota onto the street he hoped the cops were busy elsewhere. He didn't need a speeding ticket, he just needed speed. He punched the engine. Stumbling through his front door, the pair disentangled so that Matt could show Destiny towards the garden apartment's one bedroom. Matt pointed, "It's that way. And I really do need to check the basement. I'll be right back." Destiny waited in the foyer, perusing the plaques and pictures on the walls. An engineering diploma from Stamford, pictures with a blue overall clad astronaut and a smiling handshake with a military officer splashed in ribbons, stars and gold braid. Impressive and interesting that Matt ran in such circles. Matt's voiced behind her. "It's just a few vanity shots during VIP tours. My employer does a lot of Defense Department work in addition to my division's civilian airport projects." Destiny had heard Matt's approach but wanted time to cool things a tad so she wouldn't be rushed and careless in action or thoughts. Destiny leaned back against Matt as he circled her waist. She tilted her face up for a kiss. Finally breaking off, she took his hand and headed for the bedroom with him in tow. "It was this way, wasn't it? Let's pick up where we left off." ------------------------------- Destiny writhed on the bed under Matt's forceful lapping on her cunt. She had wiled his interest and now was enjoying his handy tongue-work. Whether this was new for him or an echo of past practice, Matt was either very experienced or a quick learner. He was really good at cunnilingus. Destiny bit down hard on the corner of the pillow to muffle her cries. She was afraid her screams would wake the neighborhood and bring about unwelcome curiosity. She was supposed to be undercover. After two sharp orgasms, Destiny was content to move on. She drew Matt up and buried his face in her cleavage, caressing his shoulders until she rolled him sideways and onto his back. He tilted up to kiss her but she put a intervening finger on his lips before smoothly mounting up cowgirl on his thighs. Matt was feeling heady from his recent face time between Destiny's legs. If cunnilingus was always like that he would practice it more. The pride he felt in thrilling Destiny got his cock harder than ever he could remember. This woman really got him in the mood and he was raring to go. Destiny held Matt's gaze as she tented her moist cunt lips over his prone but solid erection. She slid along his length, slowly, with regular back and forth moves. Her seeping oils slicked his throbbing cock. In time, Destiny levered up his musk-lubricated rod and slowly sank down, filling her vagina with his hefty manhood. Matt's knob scoured her internal folds, giving the partners a growing urgency to speed up. Destiny studied Matt's facial changes. She was skilled and patient, repeatedly holding their heat just below the ultimate peak, pausing as necessary to control the climb, extending the journey. They eventually crested the summit and mingled their juices and cries together. Destiny lay sideways next to Matt and diddled his nipples. She glowed with post-orgasmic bliss. It was a job perk that she justified as a reward for diligent duty. "So...how did you come about that search program you had at the bar?" Matt stared at the ceiling in his own post-orgasmic daze. "Lamar made it." Destiny slowed her fingers. Matt had not been the source of the program? "It seems pretty sophisticated. Why doesn't Lamar package it up and sell it on the software market?" "I dunno. Maybe he already has. Really, it's not that good on my PDA. The other guys get answers a lot quicker than me and we have the same hardware and software." "Sounds pretty odd. Oh well... I need to use your bathroom." Destiny retrieved her handbag. She closed the door and took out a lipstick cylinder and reglossed her lips. Satisfied, she glided back into the bedroom and approached Matt where he lay in bed watching her. She leaned over, captured Matt's face in her hands, and planted a long drawn out kiss on his welcoming lips. Matt felt heady after that. The ceiling swirled like he was drunk and he drifted off under the drug transferred by Destiny's special lip gloss. Destiny searched about until she found it. She hooked Matt's PDA to a device from her handbag and it downloaded every byte and bit of data and programs. She dressed and gathered her things, replacing the PDA where she found it. She laid a note on Matt's sidestand thanking him for their great night together, explaining that she didn't want to wake a hardworking man from a well-deserved sleep. Maybe they would meet again someday. --------------------- Destiny read the cryptology report on the data downloaded from Matt's PDA. Lamar's program was more than a simple search program. When it was activated, it scanned for the same program resident on any nearby PDA. From that PDA, it extracted an embedded data file and then transferred that data file to a third nearby PDA running the same program. Matt's PDA was a transfer device, not the source or destination of the data file. The three PDA's were resident and running only among the four geek amigos at the Big Texan Trivia Night. She concluded that Lamar or Kaleb must be the mole. Jonlee and Matt were eliminated as suspects. Lamar was the software guy and the next best suspect. --------------------- Lamar sat across from Destiny. She had called him, complaining about having to return to town again, this time for a debriefing of her earlier inspection visit. Jonlee was cold with her and, besides, they worked together. She was embarrassed about leaving Matt asleep in the morning after their great hook-up. Could Lamar have a quiet dinner with her so she wouldn't be bored this evening? Lamar was conflicted. Destiny was beautiful and smart. Anyone in this town would have just died to be her escort for the evening. Matt hadn't resisted bragging afterwards about fucking Destiny so much that he had passed out from exhaustion. Now a week later, she was hitting on Lamar. It just didn't feel right. But then again, Lamar's balls tingled at the prospect of getting what Matt had gotten. His dick over-ruled his conscious. They were having a quiet dinner in a little secluded restaurant, away from prying eyes and bustling crowds. Destiny wore her little black dress again. She was a charming conversationalist and Lamar was freely pouring out his life, his research and his business. Destiny seemed fascinated by all of it and was genuinely beginning to like Lamar as a person. But whenever Lamar asked reflective questions about her life and work, Destiny demurred and focused the discussion back on Lamar. Over dessert and coffee, Destiny moved to the subject she really wanted to know about. "So the search engine you made for trivia night, is that a sample of your work?" Lamar looked furtively around the room then leaned-in towards Destiny with a sly expression. "It's not my program. It's Kaleb's. We wanted an advantage for Trivia Night and that seemed to be it. But he said it was pirated from someone else and I couldn't tell the others where I got it. So I pass it off as my own. That was plausible because I design software; but for accounting packages, not internet search engines." Lamar leaned back out and tried to keep a passive face. He had just broken an oath to one of his few friends. Destiny held a fixed stare at Lamar until he folded from the tension. "Come-on. Look at me. I'm a loser. I know I'm technology smart but I'm a geek and not much to look at. I don't play sports and my social life is a joke. I can hardly talk to girls and I rarely go on dates. Once a week I get to win a stupid bag of peanuts. But for that moment, I feel like a real winner. Everyone needs to feel like a winner sometimes." Destiny quickly processed this new lead. Lamar may be lying about Kaleb and the search engine but probably not. That left Kaleb as the ultimate suspect. But she could not deal with that fact tonight. She needed to throw Lamar off track so that he didn't alert Kaleb. "Lamar, honey, I don't think you're a loser. I don't have dinner in intimate little locations with anyone I think is a loser. And here I am now with you. I travel a lot for my job. I get lonely out on the road by myself all the time. I have needs..." Destiny let the last statement trail off, hoping Lamar would pick up on the implication. Lamar just sat there. Destiny upped the ante. "Please take me back to my hotel and stay with me tonight. I want to get to know you even better. Please..." Lamar was still conflicted but the tingling in his balls said 'go for it'. He signaled the waitress, paid the check and escorted Destiny to his used subcompact sedan. They drove to her hotel while she rubbed his inner thigh all the way. In her upper floor suite, she found some wine and they sipped it looking out over the small city and its twinkling lights. Lamar was pulling at his crotch. Destiny held her amusement in check; she was happy to be the cause of Lamar swelling discomfort. Destiny laid her head on Lamar's shoulder and slicked her hand down his chest. She worked open Lamar's belt and zipper to give him room to grow. She slipped her hand to adjust his angle. Destiny gently palmed the lump inside Lamar's briefs and froze. There was an awful lot of meat there. She sat up and worked his pants wide open. Lamar's semi-swollen erection popped out. It was huge. "Lamar, what do you mean you can't get dates? Where in hell have you been hiding this bad boy?' "Ah, come on, Destiny. You don't need to make fun of me." Destiny hefted Lamar's partial erection with both hands and looked him in the eye. "I'm not making fun of you, dearie. Why haven't the girls around town been breaking down your door to get at this hunk of man-meat?" "Well... probably because they don't know about it." Destiny opened her mouth to respond but hesitated. She grinned at a novel thought. "Sweetie, tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?" Lamar looked away shame faced. Destiny caught her mistake but too late. "No, Lamar, don't be embarrassed. It's just a stage of growth. Everyone is a virgin at first. We all leave that behind at a different time in our lives." Total Woman Security 04 Destiny looked as Lamar rolled his face back to look at her. Destiny still held his cock in her petite hands. "Lamar, honey... would you like to try having sex with me? I would love to be your first. What a thrill that would be... and an honor." Destiny felt Lamar physically détente and relax into the couch. She watched his tense face melt and begin to smile. "Are you sure? I'm not what you would call experienced. It may not be that good for you." Destiny looked at Lamar's cock and twisted her mouth into a theatrical smirk. "It's okay, baby, I'll take the chance." Now she got to more closely examine the hidden treasure still resting in her hands. Lamar was only semi hard and growing little by little under her touch. In response to his hesitation, she ended the debate by choosing actions over words. Destiny leaned in and swiped her tongue across the crown. His man muscle jumped and grew bigger. She kissed its tip. It was probably almost full size now. Destiny thought back to TWS Headquarters and the various Chiefs she had trained under. A few, maybe one or two, were as big as this. She tried to remember which ones but it didn't matter. Each had given her tutelage and her nubile mouth and vagina had stretched amply enough to accommodate the intruder. She was pretty sure she still could. Destiny left off the caresses and proceeded to prepare Lamar and herself for the encounter. She stood him up and worked his buttons, zippers and shoe laces to completely disrobe him. She took time to remove her own clothes with sensuous sways and turns. It wasn't really necessary to further entice him visually. Lamar's hard-on was standing tall, proud and rigid throughout the undressing. Destiny prepped Matt mentally for the next step. "For a girl's first time, a prolonged tender vaginal penetration is her dream cum true. But a man should start with oral sex. You can enjoy the deed without performance anxiety, without worrying about giving the female pleasure. Let me show you my blowjob techniques." Lamar willingly nodded agreement. Destiny seated him comfortably, pushing him back half-prone with his head against the couch cushions. He was positioned to watch her naked body lead him into the orgasmic Promised Land. Destiny spread his knees and kneeled between his legs. She gently grasped his erection, requiring her two little hands to get a proper hold. Her thumb pads rubbed the V beneath the crown. Destiny looked at Lamar's face as he showed tension, anticipation and wonder all at the same time. It was now her time to fulfill her promise and transform Lamar from a boy into a man. Destiny tilted in and placed her plump cherry lips on the tip. She let her tongue roll down to tickle the spot where her thumbs had recently resided. Lamar gave a throat sound, not a moan, not a murmur, something like a gentle grunt which showed his rapt interest. Destiny licked all around the crown, wetting every surface. She kept her mouth wide open as she ran her tongue further and further down the shaft. She felt his tip bump her tonsils. He wasn't even half in. Destiny resigned herself to the challenge that lay ahead, or well... only halfway more ahead of her. Destiny closed her mouth slowly with Lamar's prick pushed as deep as it could go for now. She sucked hard, then again, before lifting her head and beginning the pistoning rhythm. Lamar's vantage point gave him a view of her lips sliding along his shaft, up and down. His fists gripped the couch cushions aside his thighs. He didn't want to touch Destiny and upset her concentration. She was doing a fine job, or so he thought. It certainly felt like a fine job even if he didn't have any prior experience to compare it to. Lamar had masturbated frequently to a variety of porn, different genres and ethnicities. He had even let some of the stripclub-girls lap-dance for him. But he had never let them go to the limit before he skittered away. His sole orgasmic experiences involved his hand. Destiny knew she was nearing the end of the preliminaries and must take the plunge, so to speak. She worked up a mouth load of saliva as she screwed up her courage. Preparations complete, she pushed forward and down, swallowing her spit as Lamar's crown pushed beyond her mouth and entered her throat. At that moment, Lamar gave a real moan as he felt his cock slide into Destiny's gullet. She didn't stop but took it all down in one smooth motion until her lips surrounded the base of his erection. His crown packed her throat. Destiny slowly rose back and let Lamar's knob refill her mouth. Her tongue had little room to move but she swirled it where she could, stimulating Lamar's penis more than he had ever felt before, even with his own experienced hand. Destiny set up a cycle where her lips ran the entire length from tip to base, taking Lamar's crown repeatedly into her throat. Lamar preferred his moist shaft buried deep as opposed to when Destiny let it out into the cooling air. He considered holding Destiny's head tight against his groin but was scared she might stop altogether if he got too grabby. Destiny worked a long time and wondered if Lamar was getting the stimulations that he needed. First timers were usually quick to spew and Lamar seemed to be taking a while. Maybe he wasn't a virgin and had lied after all. What else might he be hiding? Destiny's doubts were assuaged as Lamar commenced the familiar huffing and puffing leading to his orgasm. She buried him deep again until she sensed he was cresting, then drew back and received his volume of cum in her mouth. Breathing deep, she primed herself to gulp his spunk. Lamar cried out as his sperm discharged and finally couldn't resist laying his hands on Destiny's hair. But he didn't force her down, merely held her still as he squirted, gently fingering her hair and massaging her scalp. Destiny held still the way Lamar willed, holding his cum in her oral cavity and waiting him out. She sensed his prick starting to deflate. She swallowed. As he shrank, she sucked hard to get any latent sperm from the softening tube. Better that it popped into her mouth and stomach than dribble on his groin where she would have to clean it up later. Destiny tilted her eyes to watch Lamar's face. His eyes were still closed but the orgasmic cry-out tension was drooping away. Destiny liked seeing his cute dimples as his cheeks rose with a broad smile. His eyes opened and he locked gaze with Destiny whose mouth still held his semi-full shaft within her own smile. She drew off him, cradling the limp meat and laying it gently on his scrotum. She rubbed his inner thighs tenderly as she spoke. "So, Mr. Man, how did cumming inside a warm woman feel like?" "I have imagined many times what it would feel like. None of those images matched this real one. It was spectacular." "Oh, Lamar... I am so glad I was able to be your first and that it was good for you. Come on... let's rest up a little and then we will see if fucking my cunt feels just as good or better." Destiny rose and led Lamar to her bed. They lay together, spooning before dozing, Lamar lightly fingering Destiny's nipples as she rotated her hips to massage his limp dick lying against her rump. Destiny woke later in the night. Lamar was dreaming and idly clutching and kneading her boob as his half-hard cock slid little stutter pumps along her ass crack. Destiny got the message that Lamar was ready for the promised vaginal sex. Destiny brushed her hand atop Lamar's hand massaging her boob. She leisurely shimmied her ass cheeks on his groin, feeling his erection grow, reminding her of its size. Her memory of his girth made her heart skip and she grinned at what lay before her. She wanted to feel him moving fully inside her. Destiny rolled in Lamar's arms to face him. Her hand went to his hard-on now bumping her belly, still growing. She drew a leg up Lamar's thigh, waking him. She prepared to roll him on his back and mount him cowgirl. Destiny was thwarted when Lamar rolled her over on her back and used his hands to draw her knees up and apart in the classic missionary position. Lamar had held back taking control during the blowjob. But now his cherry was popped and his macho alternate persona emboldened. Destiny accepted the new assertive Lamar. This welcomed development would reduce her exertions and she could take her turn to relax and enjoy the coitus. Lamar clambered onto hands and knees. He used a hand to place his knob in Destiny's groin area but was unsure of the exact spot of attack. He probed a few places without discovery. Destiny used her two hands and a hip roll to help him find his way. "That should be the right place. Push gently. You're a big man. I'll stretch but it may be a tad tight and uncomfortable at first. Be a gentleman and give me enough time to fit around you." Lamar heeded her council and did his best to comply. Destiny felt him push harder than she wanted at first and sucked in a quick breath. Lamar froze, fearing he was already hurting her. She whispered instructions in his ear. "It's okay. Hold there a little... okay, push again... ahhhh... that's it... Pull back a little... push again... oh, that's good... you slid in a little farther... now, wait, wait... pull back... now push harder... yeeesss, did you feel that?" Lamar felt everything. When he masturbated, he controlled his own sensations, monitoring palm and cock, but now had to pay close attention to Destiny's feedback. He worked his way deeper, as Destiny became more open. When he felt himself bottom out, he also felt her breathe out and loose some tenseness in her body. Destiny jogged her hips and rubbed Lamar's back. "I'm okay now. Go ahead, show me what you've got." Lamar reared back and began thrusting. He tried different rhythms of length and speed. Destiny was fully lubricated but had stretched only enough to accommodate his bulk. The warm pressure and slick tightness on his prick felt really good. Finished with the startup coaching, Destiny let Matt run the show. Her mind swam in its own dream world. Lamar was giving her cunt all the attention she craved. She adored the press of Lamar's cycling body, trapping her between his slippery moist skin and the comfy flexible mattress. For the moment, she forgot about work, job, mission... focusing only on Lamar holding her snug and warm in his arms as his prick stroked her pussy and clitoris. She was floating in a thick haze of lust and she loved it. Destiny heard faintly through the mental fog when Lamar grunted at each bottoming out, felt when his groin bumped her clit. The grunts and bumps escalated in intensity and she was vaguely aware that the guttural melody was drumming towards the impending crescendo. Destiny resigned herself to the inevitable end to this opening act in Lamar's new reality. Lamar grunted, grunted louder, then cried out at the tension when his body went rigid. Destiny freed her own desires and felt Lamar's discharge, the fluid pooling deep in her vagina. The intertwined pair vibrated down to a cool calm they both had earned. Lamar lifted his head and rubbed noses, sweetly showing appreciation for this fresh new stage of his life. Destiny returned the sentiments by puckering up and tenderly kissing the man who had just rocked her world. They lay for a time and then leisurely rolled away to rest on back and side. Destiny was in an afterglow but, as a professional, was already thinking about her next moves. A sexual encounter with Kaleb wouldn't work. Two casual flings were understandable by the potential targets but not three. She would need a less connected rouse. She would confer with her colleagues at TWS HQ. Meanwhile, Destiny would also confer with her contacts at Total Woman Academy. Their Freewill Weekends could find a higher and better use for Lamar's manly equipment. A couple of guest coaching visits might help get Lamar out onto the social dating circuit and that would highly benefit everyone involved. ------------------------------ Kaleb got up from his desk at the Biology Research Station and walked to the coffee service across the room. There was a faint sweet-acidy smell in the air that he vaguely remembered from passing the nearby bio-containment laboratories. Suddenly, a klaxon blared and rotating warning lights bounced red beams around the room. "This is not a drill! We have an uncontained bio-toxin spill. Move immediately to your assigned Safe Distance Zone. Repeat. This is not a drill! We have an uncontained bio-toxin spill. Proceed immediately to your assigned Safe Distance Zone." Kaleb looked back across the room at his desk and his personal items: coat, briefcase, PDA. He turned to retrieve them but was swept out the nearest door in the crush of fleeing co-workers. He followed along as they assembled across the plaza at the designated Safe Distance Zone. Within minutes, the white Emergency Response van screech up next to the office building. Four HazMat-suited figures emerged from the van's rear doors. Each carried a hand-load of scientific contraptions. Two entered the laboratory building and two entered the office building. Inside the office building, Destiny doffed their protection hood and helmet and walked briskly to Kaleb's desk. She found Kaleb's PDA and plugged it into her equipment package. Lights blinked as it broke the PDA's access code and uploaded a prepared file. It emulated the files Kaleb's program had been placing and extracting on his buddies' PDAs at Trivia Night. The imbedded Trojan program would hide a virus routine within the purloined guidance package that would broadcast the guided missile's course and speed to a matched frequency within an interceptor rocket's guidance system. Destiny saw the upload progress bar signal successful completion of its computer virus injection. She uncoupled the PDA and returned it to Kaleb's desk. Re-donning her helmet and hood, she followed the other HazMat-suited workers outside the office building. As the response team reassembled at the van, they signaled 'thumbs up' to the far gathered crowd of quarantined workers. The intercom clicked on and squawked. "All clear. Repeat. All clear. False alarm. You may re-enter your work spaces." Kaleb trudged along with the chattering crowd back inside the office. Later, rumors spread that a scheduled release of excess vent gas had triggered a mal-functioning toxin alarm. -------------------------------------- Destiny wore standard blue camo BDU's on the bridge of the USS Stuart as she scanned the horizon with borrowed high powered binoculars. "Contact! Missile launch confirmed" squawked the ship's intercom. Over the rogue state's peninsula, a flame tipped rocket etched a vapor trail as it rose into the sky. Commander Smith, the Chief Weapons Officer, looked at the ship's Captain who nodded back at her. She thumbed her microphone. "Weapons free. You are cleared to engage the target." A shudder shook the ship as the PAC-3 sea-borne anti-missile rocket leaped out of its launch tube on the foredeck. It arced skyward towards a point ahead of the land-launched missile's trajectory and disappeared into the overcast haze. Seconds passed like minutes... like hours... as the officers on the bridge scanned the horizon. Suddenly a bright orange fireball burst in the distance as the PAC-3 and the rogue state's missile made their auspicious rendezvous. The intercom squawked again. "Impact confirmed. Target destroyed." A cheer arose from everywhere including the officers on the flying bridge deck. A handsome young lieutenant grabbed Destiny and hugged her, lifting her off her feet and dancing her around in joy. Suddenly realizing his error, he set her down and snapped to attention with youthful awkwardness. His fresh face blushed fire-engine red beneath his blond white-wall haircut. "Please forgive me, ma'am. I got carried away." The smirking Captain and Commander Smith gave sidelong peeks toward the animated young folks. Destiny peered closely at the embarrassed junior officer's name tag. "Nothing to forgive, Lieutenant... Baden?" The Captain tidied his uniform and turned towards his Weapons Officer. "Well, Commander, I believe our mission is accomplished." Commander Smith regarded the point of impact in the distant sky. She was proud of her state-of-the-art equipment and her superbly trained weapons crew. She expected success. But, damn! First shot!? Direct hit!? It was if the PAC-3 knew the exact speed and course where the rogue state's missile was headed. Remarkable! The Captain toggled his own intercom. "Bridge, this is the Captain. Make standard course and speed for our next port of call. There will be three days of shore liberty for the entire crew." The Captain and Commander Smith departed the observation deck. Destiny wound her arms around the still stiffly 'at attention' Lieutenant's arm, squeezing her boobs to his bicep. "Lieutenant Baden. I'm new to our next port. Do you know how to show a girl a good time?" A stunned silent Lieutenant Baden just nodded his head 'Yes'. She traced a finger on his forearm. "Good. Then I will meet you portside after we dock. You won't stand me up and leave me in tears, will you?" A still stunned silent Lieutenant Baden just shook his head 'No'. Destiny blew him a little kiss before she sauntered grinning to her ship-board quarters. She wanted to dress sexy for her outing with the handsome Lieutenant. Destiny hoped Lt Baden liked how she looked in her little black cocktail dress with the heels. More so, she hoped he liked how she looked after he took it off her later in her hotel room. Destiny was in the mood for a bright orgasmic fireball of her own. And she trusted the handsome young Lieutenant was just the man to help her find it. Total Woman Security 05 The colored strobes magnified the bass beat of the house mixed dance music. Lively party girls in various phases of sweaty undress bounced in time to the music. Many patrons were dancing on the scattered parquet squares. Others were lounging in cushioned sofas arranged in intimate clusters. Scantily clad waitresses carrying drink trays navigated the furniture obstacle course, dodging tipsy patrons and their sneaky breast and ass grabs. Fernando was ensconced in a sofa with a girl he had been chatting up. She was a knockout little blonde who played tongue tag with Fernando between sips of alcohol. They were also exchanging not-so-furtive groin and tit caresses. It was 4 AM and the club was closing. Fernando wanted to continue their one-on-one party in his limousine. He signaled his bodyguard/driver to get ready to go. The man settled the bar tab and stood politely by as Fernando negotiated the price with the blonde. In agreement on compensation, they exited the noisy and degenerating atmosphere. The blonde strutted beside Fernando on her stilettos. They rounded the corner to the empty parking space. Fernando stopped short. "What the FUCK! Where's my car?!" The bodyguard was already on his cell to 911. "I want to report a car theft." The tinny voice at the police center asked "Where was it located?" The bodyguard gave the address on South Collins Avenue, South Beach, Miami. "Do you have the make, model and license plate number?" The bodyguard described the car and the plate number. "Please hold...sir, according to my log, the car was not stolen...it was towed. It was parked in an illegal spot for that day and time. Look around for the No Parking signs. There will be a towing company name and telephone number. You can pay the parking fine and towing fee together at their yard when you retrieve your car. Good night, sir." The bodyguard explained the circumstances to Fernando. "Well, dammit!" Fernando stood over the blonde as he explained. "Okay, honey, looks like the night is over for both of us. Here's some cash for your trouble. I have to go get my car." "Hey! What the FUCK! $100!? We agreed $500 for a long, slow blowjob." "Well, I didn't get a blowjob, did I!" shouted an agitated Fernando. The blonde stood her ground. "No problem. Plop your ass down on that curb and I'll do you right here. Deal's a deal, mister." "Scoot, hon. Take a hike; we're done here." The blonde strutted away. She was loudly muttering about deal breakers and meeding to find a new career. Fernando found the No Parking sign and took a cell picture. It had the no-parking times listed and the designated towing company: Total Integrity Towing Services. Fernando called the number and got a recording. 'You have reached Total Integrity Towing Services. If you are calling to retrieve a towed vehicle, our yard is at 26th and Washington in South Beach. Our yard is open from 7 AM to 7 PM. The standard towing fee is $250 plus City of South Beach parking fines of $100. After 48 hours, the storage fee is $100 per 24 hours per vehicle, not prorated. We do not accept checks, credit cards or debit cards; bring cash. If these fees seem excessive, sit on it and rotate until you learn to pay attention to No Parking signs. Leave any message after the beep; we will return polite messages. Rude comments are ignored. However, you are welcome to come by and repeat those statements to our Doberman yard dogs. Have a nice day. Beeeep...' Fernando hung up and checked his wallet. He was short the cash fees required. He and his bodyguard started walking toward the Total Integrity Towing Services address. There should be an ATM along the way. After they rounded the corner, a man wearing a city public works uniform removed the transitory No Parking sign and carried it away. This was the quickest $500 bucks he had ever made. And that blonde had given him a really, really good blowjob. Too bad for Fernando that he had turned her down. And so the trap was set... ----------------------------------------------- Fernando entered the Total Integrity Towing Service client reception area at exactly 7 AM. He saw his limo in the fenced storage yard with its front wheel booted. The reception area was sparse, a couple uncomfortable looking wooden chairs. Fernando figured that was on purpose; fewer missiles for angry drunks to toss around in a fit of wheels-challenged rage. The receptionist sat on a tall stool behind a mesh reinforced plexi-glass partition. Her bright white teeshirt was stretch firm across her large round breasts. Silk screened red letters emblazoned the mounds on her chest: T.I.T.S. Fernando thought that was pretty obvious. He wondered what else was labeled in the office, maybe C.O.F.F.E.E...P.O.T or D.O.N.U.T.S. Then he realized she wore the company logo: T...otal... I...ntegrity... T...owing... S...ervices. Fernando stepped up to the thick window barrier. It was probably bullet resistant. "I want to retrieve my car." "Sure thing, mister. Which one?" "Huh...the only one in the lot?" "Oh...I guess you mean the black limo. Just a minute while I pull up the DMV record." As she typed, her breasts jiggled tightly. Fernando was standing close to the glass window and took the opportunity to look her over. She was definitely Cubana. Olive complexion and dark wavy hair set off her smoldering eyes and ruby lips. Snug orange gym-shorts covered her taut ass perched on the tall stool. She wore heels, probably a constant companion, what with her short frame. "Yep, here we go. Go any ID?" Fernando slipped his business card through the window tray. It carried his name, address, business telephone and fax numbers, emails and his occupation: IMMIGRATION LAWYER. "Sir, do you have any official photo ID. You know: a driver's license or passport?" Fernando put his Driver's License against the glass. "I need to see it in here so I can compare it to the DMV record and enter the information in our towing file. Could you push it through the slot?" "Will I get it back?" "Of course. When I'm through I'll pass it back." "Not 'of course'. You took and held my car." "Don't be silly. We can sell a car to get our money back. We can't sell your license." Fernando thought 'You might be surprised what you can buy and sell in the immigration business.' "Okay, sir, I need $350 in cash and your signature on the release form." Fernando scanned the details on the form and signed it. He noted the form said. 'Prepared by Nadia'. "Is that you? Is your name Nadia?" Now Fernando had a name to go with the face...and the tits, the ass, the hair, makeup and high heels. "Yep. That's me. Here's your copies and a receipt for the fees including the parking violation. Now let's go verify the VIN and you can take your car home." Nadia spun her ass on the stool and hopped down to an accompanying bounce of her tits, which were aptly labeled. Nadia met Fernando at the side door and escorted him past the chained Dobermans towards his car. "So, Nadia. Why do you work here? Family owned? Helping Daddy out?" "No...No...It's just a job. The day and evening receptionist comes in at noon when I punch out. Most of the crazies don't wake-up or sober-up until midday. That's when the fun in the rage-cage starts...if you call it fun. Some of them are regulars. They never learn. Thelma is a big woman. She can hold her own. "Clients like you are easy to satisfy. If you're here in the morning, you probably have a steady life and this was just an unfortunate mistake." "So you work only here? No other job?" "No...I wait tables in the clubs or special catering gigs around town. Sometimes I strip or dance topless in shows. When the money gets tight, I might do a little more after hours. But I try to avoid that. It either turns out to be a quickie or makes me late for this job. I prefer day-cruises and overnights. More time to enjoy it. Say...have you got any work for me at your office?" Fernando's mind flashed a vision of Nadia under his desk, working his cock. "I'll really think hard about that." "Okay...so, let's check the VIN. I'm pretty sure it's right. Matches the DMV record but it's dark at night when the towing drivers do their paperwork." Nadia leaned over the hood to peer at the VIN plate under the front windshield. Her orange shorts tightened across her ass and camel-toed her pussy lips. She hopped on her heels a little to get a better look at the plate, shaking her whole booty. "I can't be sure if that last one is a capital I, a No.1 or a capital L. What do you think, sir?" Fernando leaned over her. His groin pressed her butt cheeks. His weight on her back mashed her boobs into the hood and her hair smelled heavenly. He pressed hard and leaned in, twisting his head to get a better angle for viewing the VIN and then twisting down to peer at her compressed tits, rotating his trapped swollen cock around on her orange shorts. "What's it supposed to be?' he asked. "No. 1" "Yep, it's a No. 1." Fernando did not pullback. He wiggled his groin against her a little more. He waited for her to protest but she didn't. Fernando stood up. Nadia leaned up and fumbled the keys from the plastic pocket on the clipboard. She called a mechanic over who removed the tire boot. He took it and the clipboard back inside the shop. Fernando thumbed the door-lock bob and the limo clicked its locks and beeped. He had let his bodyguard/driver depart to get breakfast. Fernando would pick him up at the diner. Nadia stood attentively. "Well, the car's all yours now. That's it... unless there is anything else I can do for you." Fernando though about how his whole morning had been hammered by this towing episode. He was out $350 for towing, $100 to the dismissed hooker and a lost blowjob. In fact, there WAS something this buxom little beauty could do for him. He locked eyes with Nadia. She suddenly became self-conscious and dropped her gaze. Fernando spoke soft but firm, "You liked it when I dry-humped you on the hood, didn't you?" "Yes, sir, I liked it," she murmured. "Nadia, I dropped a chunk of change here this morning and felt truly stressed. But I still kept my cool and have been very polite. That should make me a member of your good customer rewards program." Nadia peeked up furtively but kept her face and gaze down. Fernando opened the back door. "Get in!" he growled. Nadia squeezed past him and clamored into the back seat. Fernando followed her and locked the doors. Fernando sat in the center, Nadia sat across on the other seat. He stretched his legs, unbuckled his belt and took out his semi-tumescent erection. Nadia leaned in to peck a kiss on the cock head but he stopped her. He probed a finger inside her shorts and felt dewy wetness at her cunt lips. His other hand cupped a cotton covered tit and squeezed. "Get those shorts and panties off. Ride me cowgirl style. I'm going to play with these fun-bags while you fuck me. Let's go." Nadia stripped her shorts off and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt to lift it over her head. Fernando stopped her again. "I'll make that part of my fun-bag game. Just climb aboard and let's get started. I have been primed since midnight for a roaring cum." Nadia pulled Fernando's pants all the way off and straddled his thighs. She picked up and stroked his shaft. It responded nicely. Meanwhile, Fernando hefted both tits and bounced them inside her T-shirt. He rolled and squeezed, pinched and rubbed. That was okay but he was ready for a closer examination. He grasped the cotton hem and lifted it over the swells of her breasts. Her nipples were very big and much darker than her complexion. There were no tan lines anywhere. Fernando leaned in and touched a tongue tip to her nub. No response. He lapped the flat of his tongue. No response. He sucked hard, drawing as much spongy mass as possible inside his mouth. A small 'huh'. He tooth trapped the nub. A moan. Nadia's musk was emanating from her moist pussy. Her thighs twitched on Fernando's legs. Fernando lifted the T-shirt hem higher and swept it over her head. He scissored his legs to unbalance Nadia. Her boobs jostled and she braced on his shoulders. She shuffled forward and grazed her plump pussy lips along his solid cock. Fernando's hands regained their hold on her tits. He squeezed and kneaded. Nadia purred. Nadia planted her forehead against his and smiled. Braced on hands, knees and forehead, Nadia slid her tenting cunt lips up and back along his length. Fernando fondled her breasts and they played tongue tag. When Fernando moaned in her mouth, Nadia finally rose up, trapped his knob with her vaginal lips and stretched her pussy down over him, taking him inside. She smoothly glazed his prick, setting an elongated rhythm that thrilled them both. Fernando rolled and pinched Nadia's nipple nubs. Her cunt pulsed. He pinched again and she pulsed again. Fernando was exhilarated by the harmonized sensations and continued playing with the tit-cunt reflexes. But after night-long interrupted foreplay, he finally succumbed and dumped his load deep in Nadia's cunt. She enfolded his strained facial expression in her breasts, enjoying his autonomic licking of her cleavage. As he came back from his near stupor, she tried to dismount but Fernando held her close. Nadia was playful but insistent. "Sir, I have to get dressed and go back to the office." "Sure, you may go to the office. But dressed? Nope, your T-shirt and shorts are my souvenirs. I'll let you keep your panties. If you scurry, no one will see you bouncing mostly naked across the yard. I'm sure you have more T.I.T.S shirts inside. " Nadia protested. "No deal. Let me call the office and someone can bring another T-shirt out here. Have you got a cell phone?" Fernando only had his secure cell that no one but one particular client knew about. One call couldn't hurt. Yielding, he handed her the cellphone. Nadia dialed a number. "Hey, guys, I lost my T-shirt. Bring me another one... please... I don't care if you did see me get in the car, bring me another T-shirt... Okay, alright, he's keeping it as a souvenir... What do you mean, NO... Fuck You, you ASS HOLES!" Nadia lowered the phone and frowned at the lighted dial face. She pouted. "They won't do it. In fact, they're standing outside so they can watch me bounce back to the office topless. Let me have my T-shirt, please, and I'll get you another one." "Nope. These are my souvenirs. Panties are yours" smirked Fernando. Nadia dejectedly dismounted a flaccid Fernando. She donned her panties. She had worn her heels throughout the fuck session. Fernando unlocked the doors. Nadia climbed out. She poked her head back in, letting her boobs dangle and rock. Fernando reached out for a final cop and feel. Nadia giggled as she watched Fernando's palm fondle her tit and then she looked at his face. "Give some thought to getting me a job in your office. As you see, I have excellent customer satisfaction skills. You know where to find me. Adios." As Nadia ducked towards the office, the mechanic and driver hooted and whistled as she swayed and bounced across the yard in her heels. Fernando got a final undulating ass show until Nadia slammed the side door to the office. Fernando drove his car from the lot and joined his bodyguard driver for breakfast. Nadia found another T-shirt and stretched it on her torso. She good-naturedly stuck her tongue out at the grinning men. Nadia dialed a number from the office landline. "Did you rap the number? Good. It's a Blackberry 6504. Get the wiretap setup and prepare the GPS tracking bug. Yeah, I'll be there shortly." ------------------------------- Fernando was never comfortable when Aziz came to his office for appointments. But there he was, waiting. Fernando hurried in and made apologies for his tardiness. He explained away the delay due to the no parking zone towing incident. Aziz looked impassive and thoughtful. He never showed much emotion. That was the part that unsettled Fernando. "We have two more martyrs arriving in two weeks. You will need to get them six-month VISA's; pose them as tourists or temporary students. Six months should be long enough for their operation." "That shouldn't be a problem. Do you have their passport numbers and details?" "They do not yet have passports. We will pay you again for that added service." Fernando leaned back and threw up his hands. "Whoa, partner, not again. There are only so many times I can do that. When you crash planes, drop skyscrapers and murder its citizens, the US government tends to get pissed...and a hell of a lot more vigilant. It's a risk that one suspicious passport may get tagged and Homeland Security will make the connection among them all." Aziz calmly spoke with the timeless patience of the truly faithful. "My dear friend, Fernando, ours is a risky profession. But Allah will guide us to Victory. Make the arrangements. I will send you the details via our secure cellphones. Salama, my friend." Aziz rose and left the office without a further word. ----------------------------- Fernando mingled aimlessly among the illuminati and shadier characters around the Star Island mansion's passive lit pool. The elegantly dressed guests chose drinks and delicacies from trays circulated by smartly suited waitresses. The attractive young attendants were coiffed and heeled. The simple uniforms were standard black mid-thigh pencil skirts with tightly tailored white tuxedo shirts and little black bowties. The mansion's celebrity owner was hosting his vanity-charity's annual fund-raiser. Fernando attended each year and discretely donated a large sum of Aziz's money which the clueless celebrity forwarded to compromised charity accounts that sustained Aziz's sleeper cells. Unbeknownst to Fernando, the celebrity had arranged an exceptional thank you for a short list of the best donors. The waitresses were busy and energetic, flowing continuously among the guests. Fernando noticed they were becoming more casual in their decorum. An hour into the party, the bowties went missing. A half hour later, the top couple buttons of the shirts were undone. Later, the shirts were unbuttoned to the waists, flashing morsels of pastel color which turned out to be string bikini tops emblazoned with the charity logo. As the evening drew nigh to its ego-boosting wallet purge, the waitresses lost the skirts and blouses and strutted in their logo laden skimpy thong bikinis. After the closing festivities, when the money was counted, liberal alcohol and suggestive advertising had garnered another record year for the vanity-charity's coffers. Most of the guests departed. A handful of gentlemen were invited to linger, Fernando included. Fernando had noticed Nadia in the group of servers. He approved of the celebrity's choice of caterers and the caterer's choice of temporary employees. The small group loitered in the pool area as the caterer packed up and decamped with his gear. The celebrity host reappeared. "Gentlemen, thank you again for your generous annual support. I wouldn't consider myself a responsible host if I let you drive home after so much drinking. My guest rooms are available to you for the night. "We appreciate your years of support. As such, we have token gifts as souvenirs of the event. You are invited to choose one for yourself. Let me demonstrate." The host posed a bikinied waitress where all could see and untied her string top. He held it high and then pocketed the souvenir triangles of logo'd pastel micromesh. Pulling her into a bone crushing hug, he squashed the waitress's bare boobs against his chest and kissed her deeply. As the grinning girl regained her breath, he addressed his favored guests. Total Woman Security 05 "Please select a souvenir and enjoy the after-party. Mi casa es su casa. Good night." The celebrity disappeared inside, towing the giggly half-nude waitress behind him. The gentlemen browsed the pool deck, shopping among the impeccable souvenirs on display. For Fernando, there was only one choice. He bee-lined to Nadia and grabbed her hand. He scowled at the nearby gentlemen, letting them know that Nadia was now in his private 'shopping cart'. Fernando steered Nadia to a more secluded area with two cushioned chaise lounges. It was time for souvenir retrieval. He reached behind her, undid the ties and pocketed the keepsake. That was his reintroduction to Nadia's magnificent boobs. He plumped their fullness, enjoying the bounce. Fernando was captivated by Nadia's unhesitant consent for him to manhandle her tits. Getting his fill of fluffing her fun-bags, Fernando leaned in for a kiss but Nadia halted him with a finger to his lips. She leaned in for a gentle word. "Have a seat. Let me get you comfortable and then we can go slowly. No rush this time; we have all night." Nadia got Fernando seated in the half-reclined lounge. She unbuttoned and spread his shirt, kissing and tonguing his nipples. He watched Nadia work his buckle and zipper, allowing his erection to pop out of its confines. Her hand smoothed the stretched sensitive skin. She leaned in for a sensual cock kiss but was distracted and interrupted by the sound of heels clicking around the corner of their shrub shrouded nook. "Oops...sorry. I didn't see you here. Darn it! Either our host is overly generous or he simply can't count. There are more females than males out there and I was left on the shelf, so to speak. It's embarrassing to sit out there alone. I feel like damaged goods. Can I join you here out of sight? I can help or watch quietly or whatever you want." Fernando suddenly recognized the intruder: the blonde from the nightclub that owed him a blowjob. Fernando was fully gracious and hospitable. "You can stay here, darling. You can help if you like. Got any ideas?" The blonde cocked her head and put a finger to her lips, thoughtful. "Well, it appears you have some options: brunette or blonde, cunt or mouth." Nadia had slowed but not stopped her cock caresses. She felt Fernando throb when he heard his alternatives stated so succinctly. "As I recall, I already placed a down payment on a blowjob. Remember me?" "Oh, yeah! The guy with the phantom limousine!" Nadia laughed. The guffaws shook her boobs and body, transmitting charming tremors to Fernando's firmness in her hand. She rescued him. "No, the limo's real. And it's a real 'smooth ride'; especially when it's parked!" The girls tittered at their own jokes. An aroused and impatient Fernando was anxious to get back on point. He spoke up like he was ordering food in a diner. "So, then...I'll have a double serving of mouth with blonde on cock and brunette on face." Nadia and the blonde winked to each other. They exchanged hand-on-dick duties and shuffled into their respective positions. Nadia's hair draped Fernando's face as she pressed her red glossed lips to his. Nadia's lips were soft, firm, and moist; he tasted her cherry flavored gloss. Her hair smelled citrusy. Too close to focus on anything, he closed his eyes. His other senses compensated. He felt and tasted her tongue dab at his. Fernando lost sight of his cock but felt the blonde's moist lips surround his crown as her warm hand smoothed his shaft. She commenced her routine. Her technique combined threes: three licks, three sucks, three kisses, three bobs, endless variations. At times she deep throated, other times simply suckled the knob accompanied by smooth gentle hand strokes. When the shaft was unavailable during deep-throat, the blonde's fingers brushed his inner thighs and scrotum. Meanwhile, back at his head, his hands caressed Nadia's scalp, flicking her poufy hair strands to skim against his face and neck. Nadia's fingers twiddled Fernando's nipples. Nadia's theatre of operations telegraphed their excitement to Fernando's groin and onward to his toes. Fernando prided himself on his resilience. His clients knew he was unyielding in legal battles. But the sexual tag team overpowered his attempts to protract his impending orgasm. Fernando's whole body tingled. Nadia backed off her lips to let him huff and puff to his crescendo, then seemingly locked his lips with hers to seal in his cries of ecstasy. His body jumped, shuttered and vibrated. The blonde sensed Fernando's approaching climax and, at the peak of his muffled cries, submerged his knob deep in her throat, compelling his cum blast straight to her stomach. Her swallowing contractions massaged his corona. As Fernando's hips jumped and shuddered, she hugged his bucking ass cheeks to hold him in deep. Her darting tongue alternately dabbed at the few open spaces in her packed mouth, adding to the lingual stimulations. Fernando revved down slowly. His back relaxed first, then his legs and arms. The females lightened but didn't halt their caresses. Echoes of the orgasm tingled in his just-emptied balls. As Fernando deflated, the blonde kept his cock swathed in her wet warmth. Finally soft, the blonde sucked one time hard and let him slide out. She arranged him carefully and held him in her warm hand. The blonde sat back on her heels as Nadia moved to sit on the adjacent lounge. Nadia rubbed Fernando's arm as the blonde rubbed his flaccid cock and thighs. "Are you feeling okay?" Fernando murmured "More than okay... Satiated... Drained... Exhilarated." The blonde stood. "Well...I have disrupted your little get-together long enough. But before I leave, I think Fernando earned a second souvenir." The blonde untied and removed her top. She laid it gently on Fernando's chest. When she leaned in, Fernando's fingers brushed her exposed nipple. The blonde glanced towards his stealthy hand and smiled. She leaned in further and nipped his earlobe, simultaneously pressing her tit flesh harder into his caressing hand. She whispered in his ear "I don't feel like damaged goods anymore. Thanks for sharing." That said, the topless blonde strutted out of the lovers' niche, past the pool and through the mansion's portico doors. Her clicking heels faded away and left only the random moans and 'ahhs' of other paramours tucked in alcoves around the pool-deck. Nadia smoothed her caressing hand down Fernando's arm until it held his hand. She took on that face that people reserved for saying something important. "Now it's my turn. Our host offered us guest rooms. Let's go inside before I miss my chance to cum on your cock." Nadia led a willing Fernando down the same route that the blonde had sauntered through. In an upstairs bedroom, she helped Fernando empty his pockets and remove his tuxedo. Surprisingly, there were no stains on the tuxedo pants. The blonde's powerful suction had diligently protected them from saliva or cum dribbles. Nadia stacked each piece of the formal suit and accessories on a dresser-top near the door. Nadia was speedier at stripping naked, only needing to skim off her thong bikini bottoms. She retained her heels. She knew that male lust smoldered on the subtle hint of bondage when a female wore her strap-on heels in bed. The bed-borne lovers got comfortable, cuddled on the satin sheets, then dozed. Nadia awoke in the deep of the night. She rubbed Fernando's loins as her nipples brushed his slumbering body. Fernando stirred. Nadia invoked her secret trick by lightly scraping her high heel straps along his calves and shins, reminding him of their erotic presence. Fernando grew more awake and returned her attention. He rolled to face her, cupping and squeezing her breasts. They kissed and pecked sweetly. Fernando's rising erection filled the snuggly space between their groins. Nadia rolled, pulling Fernando on top of her, lying spread-out and sideways in the bed, feet towards the door. She wet his appetite with rubs, kisses, caresses and coos of delight. Fernando was hard as a rock and ready to roll. Nadia spread her knees and aimed Fernando's cock at her cunt. He pushed and went smoothly in, recalling how her heavenly grotto had received him last time in the limo. Nadia crossed her ankles behind his back and vocalized her delight. "That's sooo good... keep going... more... give me more... push harder... deeper... yes... keep going... OHH GOD... you're so big...that's it, that's it..." Fernando started with a moderate long stroke. He was excited by Nadia's enthusiasm and wallowed in her praise of his manhood. He hoped his recent cum down the blonde's throat would prolong his buildup and give him plenty of time for the sexual magic to work. Nadia buried her face in Fernando's neck as she hugged his body tight with arms and legs, trapping him to her body. There would be no retreat, no surrender until the deed was done. In the hallway, the blonde patiently waited until she heard Nadia's 'OHH GOD' signal. She cracked open the door and retrieved the easily accessible Blackberry. Closing the door, she squatted down and plugged the cellphone into the trapping device. It blinked and hummed as it broke the access code, extracted all the stored information and planted a virus that would convey to spy satellites the cell's GPS location every time a call, text or email was sent or received. The blonde watched the progress bar crawl across the display. The apparatus was cutting edge technology but still required time to execute its program. She hoped Fernando's recent cum down her throat would prolong his buildup and give her plenty of time for the electronic magic to work. Finally the progress bar completed its journey and she unplugged the device. The room beyond the door echoed with mattress thumps and bawdy squishes. The blonde cracked the door open again and replaced the Blackberry on the dresser. She rapped her knuckles on the door. "Housekeeping! I have the extra towels you ordered." She cracked the door open a little more, letting hallway light spill into the room. Fernando was furious at the interruption. He tried to turn his head enough to see who was bothering them but he was trapped by Nadia's embrace. Frustrated, he simply yelled his response. "Extra towels! We didn't order extra towels. Good God, it's 4 AM. Get the fuck out!" 'Extra towels' was the blonde's 'mission accomplished' signal to Nadia. The deed was done. It was time for Nadia to surrender to her passions and withdraw from the skirmish. Nadia clamped her vaginal muscles hard on Fernando's thrusting cock. Holding tight, she rocked her hips, scraping his rod everywhere in her cunt. It worked for both of them. Fernando shot hot sperm into Nadia who, in an accompanying chorus of elongated moans, allowed herself a nourishing, if not spectacular, orgasm. She liked to get a little pleasure from her missions. All work and no play was bad for the soul. ---------------------------------------------- Nadia lounged on the South Beach seaside in the area customarily used for 'all over tan' maintenance. She reread the newspaper story about a black-ops raid on a terrorist safe house in Tampa. The reporter had pieced together disparate bits of information to form the story. The gunfight had killed several jihadists but captured the rest. The live ones were places unknown, learning respect for the effectiveness of enhanced interrogation. A Miami immigration lawyer had been detained for questioning in regards to money laundering and travel document forgeries. Further details were sketchy and official spokespersons stood by 'No Comment'. Nadia sat up and cupped her naked tits. She used these free times between missions for upkeep on her professional equipment. She was contented with their tan. A bulky squeeze and nipple tweak confirmed their job specific mass and effectiveness. She donned her thong bikini and translucent beach wrap for the walk to her apartment. She needed to prepare for tonight's assignment. A target dossier for her next assignment awaited its final review in Nadia's small apartment. An elusive drug lord had been spotted at night clubs and special private events in greater Miami-Dade. Total Woman Security was contracted to track and trap him. For this delicate mission, TWS allocated their most successful undercover asset: Nadia, a wily, young operative ostensibly struggling to live off part-time hospitality gigs in South Beach Miami. Nadia would pose as a topless cocktail waitress at a dance club the target frequented. With luck and skill, the target should invite her aboard his yacht for a private night cruise. At sea, he would encounter an untimely abduction by her colleagues. But not before Nadia grabbed some sexual gratifications for herself. Nadia strived to work some recreation into her missions. All work and no play was bad for the soul. Total Woman Security 06 Catherina gathered her purse and wrap from the table where her friend Gabriella sat. Catherina had been dancing with Antonio at the Hotel Panama disco. The night was going well and she was leaving with him for his apartment in Punta Paitilla. Gabriella gave her friend a 'thumbs-up' and smile. Catherina scooted over to Antonio and hugged his arm as they left. Later, in his bed, Antonio was lying in a sweaty heap having just been nearly fucked to death by this ravenous beauty. He was feeling very virile. Catherina orgasmed twice before Antonio's bone hard cock flooded her pussy with jets of sperm. Catherina was lying next to him, fingering his chest hairs. 'What a lucky break' thought Antonio. He was simply a mid-level administrator at the local branch of an international bank. Catherina had been the hottest chica at the disco and just hours later she had drained Antonio's balls with wild fucks. 'What a lucky break' thought Catherina. She was pleased that the mission was launched so effortlessly. She and her team mate, Gabriella, were on the hunt for Estevan, the leader of a money laundering cabal functioning in Panama City. Through a conspiracy of mid- and high level bank managers, Estevan was efficiently laundering worldwide illicit funds, including animal poaching and smuggling proceeds. Total Woman Security was commissioned to find and extract Estevan to a friendly jurisdiction, preferably Miami. They choose the Evita Gambit with the leap-frog variation. Evita Peron was famous for starting with low-level military officers in dance clubs in Buenos Aires and getting bedded up the ranks for a few years until eventually finding yourself abed with Juan Peron, the ruling military junta's leader. TWS did not have years to complete the mission, thus the leap-frog variation. Each female operative would cajole her paramour into introducing her associate to a higher level manager at another bank. Eventually, one of the female operatives would end up with Estevan and effect the extraction. "Antonio, what a stud you are. Are all bankers so manly? God, you wore me out!" Catherina continued her finger play. Antonio's chest visibly swelled at the flattery. Catherina saw her opening and took on a more thoughtful tone. "Did you see my friend, Gabriella, at the table before we left the disco? I think she looks hot but she doesn't have much luck finding good men. Maybe you could introduce her to someone as macho as you?" Antonio perked up at the suggestion. This might be the opportunity he had been hoping for. Barto was a mid-level manager at a corresponding bank in downtown Panama City. Antonio had been vying for a promotion to that bank. An introduction to a hot chica like Catherina might tip the balance in his favor. "I might know of someone. Is she okay with an older gentleman?" "Gabriella is okay with any mature man who treats her nice on a date and is gentle with her later." The 'gentle with her later' comment was a good sign. Antonio's arm was confined beneath Catherina's bare shoulder, wound around where he could idly finger fondle her rosy blushed nipple. He tweaked it unconsciously, dreaming about a similar act on an imaginary Gabriella. Antonio's attention returned when he pinched too hard and Catherina gave a little yip. Antonio snatched his arm out and worked his cell phone, texting Barto, setting up a meeting for tomorrow. Antonio parked the phone on the nightstand and rolled toward Catherina. Catherina had peeked at the message before it was sent. Antonio had done as she suggested and deserved a reward for good behavior. Catherina rolled atop Antonio and straddled his thighs. Her hands cradled and caressed his semi-hard cock. Antonio cupped and caressed Catherina's boobs. As he hardened to a sufficient extent, Catherina shuffled her butt to a proper alignment and drove down on his shaft. She was satisfied with her share of orgasms tonight. Now she concentrated on Antonio's continued pleasure. Slow strokes, long strokes, fast strokes and pauses were interspersed with hip rolls and jogs. Despite his recent multiple blasts, Antonio was winding higher towards another flood of cum. His breathing gusted and he went rigid as he shot another round of spunk into Catherina. Calm was restored and the sex-mates rested and slept until dawn's early light started them on a new day. --------------------- After work, Barto waited at the sidewalk café table for his friend Antonio and the female that he would meet. Antonio strolled up with one eye candy hugging his arm and another one tagging behind. Antonio went through the circle of introductions and Gabriella took a seat close to Barto. Her scent lilted his nostrils and her buxom cleavage lit his eyes. She was short but wearing heels. The combination of short height and busty fullness gave her that classic rounded figure males lusted after. And Barto was definitely a male lusting after his zesty new acquaintance. The conversation ebbed and flowed over drinks and coffee about everything and nothing. As dusk deepened, Antonio looked at his watch, made his excuses and headed briskly for his apartment, towing a hurried and tottering Catherina behind him. Antonio's balls had percolated semen all day and he was anxious to get another tall drink of Catherina's sexual brew. Gabriella remained with Barto. Finishing their drinks, they meandered hand in hand through the festive street nightlife. Gabriella's short sassy hem left her lovely toned legs on display above her fashionable high heels. Her long dark bouncy locks and generous breasts were beacons. Men paused suddenly in their amorous banters as she passed by; their dates perturbed at the competition. Gabriella garnered loads of covetous stares and envious glares as the pair wandered the nightspots. Dinner was tapas at a few open air taverns. Finally they arrived at Barto's towering apartment complex. The elevator disgorged them high above the city and the heady panorama of lights only added to the lust and fever pulsing through Barto. Gabriella stood in the center of the room. There was no lost innocence here, each understood the drill. Barto advanced for an embrace but at arm's length, she stopped him. She removed his suitcoat, unbuttoned his shirt and pants, and placed the garments aside. Barto was left in briefs. Gabriella unzipped her own sleeveless dress that had thrilled the onlookers during their sidewalk promenade. Her shelf bra displayed their creamy treasures. Her thong hid very little of the prominent cameltoe. Barto impatiently made quick work of them. Barto's swelling knob peaked through his fly. His remaining underwear soon joined the discarded outerwear. They began with a sweet kiss that grew to a tongue lashed search for each other's deeper warmth. The cuddle parked Gabriella's breasts on Barto's well-defined chest. Despite Barto's age and experience, this female quickly got his raging libido into a higher gear. He felt his erection climbing the inverted V of Gabriella's inner thighs and knocking at her pussy for entrance. Gabriella felt it too and broke the kiss. Gabriella descended Barto's body with little pecks and kisses until she squatted face-to-face with the first fleshy rung on the ladder of her mission. She bathed the knob with her tongue. She circled the band of slack skin behind the rim with her lips and suckled. The suction slurped the shaft inward and she let it creep in leisurely, pull by pull. Barto rested his hands in her wavy hair but did not interfere with her technique. When Gabriella's lips finally bumped Barto's pubic bone, she started bobbing her head in earnest. Her tongue lathed along the shaft. Barto's cock was fully erect and fat. Gabriella slipped it from her mouth. She stood and led Barto to the bed and laid him face up, adjusting him with covers and pillows into a comfortable pose. Climbing between his splayed legs, she leaned in and re-commenced the oral dance. Gabriella fell quickly back into the routine. Barto was well into his heat, the blood rushing faster through his brain and body. His mind dazed as the moment arrived and he spewed his rampant cum into Gabriella's gullet. His eyes clenched, sending sparkly fireworks bursting behind his eyelids. Gabriella swallowed, then lazed her tongue about his diminishing erection. She suckled until Barto finally sighed a long breath. Gabriella crawled in beside him. They fingered and fiddled each other. Nipples, groins, arms and thighs received intimate attention. "Did you like my friend, Catherina? She is very attractive. Antonio pretends to be nice to her but I saw him wrench her rudely away when they left. That would concern me with other friends but I know Catherina really loves when a man is forceful with her. It gets her hot. But Antonio is young. He doesn't know how to really be a real dominating man. Do you know any real dominating men that might like Catherina?" Barto perked up at that line of conversation. Who wouldn't like Catherina? Barto knew an older collaborator at another bank. His friend, Cesar, constantly grumbled about the inhibitions of the chicas he dated and fucked. He could lend a hand in Catherina's quest for domination. "I have a colleague at a correspondent bank named Cesar. He is very bold with his women. Do you think she might be interested in meeting him?" Gabriella smiled inside. Cesar was the mission's next predicted rung on the Evita Gambit ladder. "If you think that could be arranged. I will talk to Catherina. Can we meet Cesar at his office? The atmosphere of power in a big bank's inner halls would be a kick to Catherina just in itself." "I am pretty sure I can set that up." "Oh, Barto, you are so magnificent." Gabriella palmed and stroked Barto's semi-erection. "Ohh... I think you're ready for another fuck. Your cock is getting harder..." Gabriella had accomplished the next mission step and could now relax and gain her own full enjoyment of the remaining night. It was her turn to play and cum. Barto watched Gabriella mount up and straddle his hips. Her long hair draped her body but was incapable of obscuring her marvelous boobs. His hands found them between the cascading strands. Gabriella let him play with her tits; his caresses were rather pleasant. She shuffled up and lifted her ass, placed Barto and slowly descended. She took him deep and used hip rolls to rub her sensitive clitoris on his pubic bone. She adored the little tingles generated by the rubs. The motions were also good for Barto as his knob wiggled against her cervix. Gabriella took a long time with many small moves, letting the passion build slowly. The tingles in Gabriella's clit blossomed to a mild throb in her core. She lengthened the strokes, dragging Barto's rim past her G-spot, furthering the growth of each partner's ardor. Gabriella welcomed the deferral of Barto's orgasm caused by the recent blowjob. This fuck was going much better than the typical feeble orgasm she endured with some past targets. Barto's ejaculation had been deferred but not abandoned. He was breathing faster and Gabriella tried to gauge his rise and match it with her own. A simultaneous peak would get her what she craved and add to Barto's enthusiasm for trading up Catherina to Cesar. Barto was handling Gabriella's tits and feeling his cock polished with her cunt nectars. He gusted, moaned and peaked just as Gabriella pirouetted through her own ecstatic dance. She felt his warm shots deep inside and it added electric skittles to the steady buzz in her womb. She cried out, joining Barto's vocal resonances. Gabriella stayed upright and braced on Barto's chest. Her vaginal jogs and vibrations transmitted their joy to Barto's sensitized erection. It was all good for both partners. Gabriella remained seated with Barto's semi-erection still in her cunt until she and her stud re-calmed. She fingered his nipples as he fingered hers. She eventually dismounted and lay by his side. They snuggled and exchanged kisses. The pillow talk led them to decide on an introduction between Catherina and Cesar in Cesar's office at the end of the next day. --------------------- Catherina and Gabriella alighted from the cab in front of the towering bank building. Catherina was wearing her high heels, a very short skirt and fitted sleeveless blouse. Her hair was a flowing mass of waves with a few hair pins holding it away from her radiant face. A breeze ruffled her hair and skirt. The women crossed the broad sidewalk to the gleaming brass office tower entrance. Inside, Gabriella found Barto waiting in the lobby. She hugged and kissed him with passion. Gabriella broke the kiss and giddily presented a coy Catherina. Barto was mesmerized by Catherina's stunning appearance. He clasped both of Catherina hands and drew her in for bijou cheek buzzes. Her hair smelled flowery and her breasts pressed against his chest as she pushed up on tiptoes to reach his face. Barto felt his heart skip and momentarily lamented passing Catherina on to Cesar, losing a potential opportunity to fulfill her needs himself. He vacillated, envisioning a quick plan. He could make excuses that Cesar was unavailable, grab a cab and take them both back to his apartment. Gabriella would be amenable. Could she encourage Catherina to go for a ménage-a-trois? Could he cope with their desires both at the same time? Probably not. Wow, Cesar was in for a delectable treat. It was the end of the day and the elevators disgorged departing employees, the men sneaking covetous stares in Barto's direction. The trio rode the elevator to an office high in the tower. A mature looking Cesar welcomed them from behind the desk in his spacious office. Barto presented Catherina. "Cesar, this is the Catherina whom we spoke of. Her friend, Gabriella, is an acquaintance of mine." Gabriella nudged Catherina forward. Catherina leaned across Cesar's wide desk, extending her hand and displaying her bountiful cleavage in the tight blouse. As she leaned in, Cesar held her hand a tad longer and was not shy about examining Catherina racked up tits. "I'm pleased to meet you, Catherina. Please... let's all sit over here in the hospitality area." Cesar motioned everyone to the facing couches and divans before his glass power-vista window. Barto and Gabriella took one couch and Catherina sat next to Cesar, a little closer than a new social acquaintance should. Dusk was settling in and pinpoints of light in the city below inaugurated their festive nightly display. Small talk followed with enough shop talk sprinkled in to indicate that Cesar was an important bank executive. Catherina acted intrigued and pulled her legs under her in a sideways sit. She edged closer to Cesar, touching knees to thighs and occasionally placing a hand on his shoulder to make a point in the conversation. Barto watched Catherina flirt with Cesar. She bowed and twisted during the light banter, flashing cleavage and long legs at both men, seeming unconsciously. He suspected that it was part of her scheme to woo Cesar. Barto remembered the feel of Catherina's boobs on his chest during their lobby greetings. Gabriella sensed Barto's growing sexual longings and worked her own little tricks and touches in to increase his ardor. She wanted Barto impatient enough to depart and leave Catherina with Cesar. Barto emotionally reconciled that Catherina was staying with Cesar. He would look to satisfying his own yearnings with the extraordinary Gabriella. As the talk wound down, Barto made excuses and took his leave of Cesar. He led Gabriella to the door. She paused for a final look back, trusting Catherina to leap-frog her to her next encounter. She would keep Barto on the hook, knowingly headed for his bed. She hoped he would stop for dinner or at least take-out. Barto was fully primed and she expected an all-nighter. They would need nutrition to keep up their strength for the marathon session ahead. Actually, Barto was a good lover and she anticipated enjoying several good orgasms with him. Her immediate mission step accomplished, she could relax and have some fun tonight. Catherina fingered the hairs on Cesar's neck. Cesar gazed into her eyes. They kissed lightly, tentatively, testing the others level of craving. Catherina moved the issue forward. "Cesar, let's not pretend to be timid teenagers. Gabriella and Barto say you are a very macho man with your women. Let's find a time and place to explore that." "I like that notion, my little Catherina. We shall start right here and now." Catherina looked away as if shy. No matter. Cesar began unbuttoning Catherina's blouse. Catherina touched his hands, exhibiting mild reluctance but no real resistance. Cesar disregarded her hesitation as he stood and hauled her up with him. He silently continued his labors, removing her clothes in detail. Blouse and skirt dropped away. He spun and bowed Catherina's pose as needed during the disrobing. She twisted away sometimes, showing her reserve but again no real resistance. Cesar never faltered in the pace of his tasks. Cesar was nearly completed with Catherina's disrobing, feeling more aroused by her reticence. He boldly grasped one bra cup and yanked it forward; popping the weak rear hooks as the entire garment popped off her frame and bounced her tits. The panties were last, fist-grip torn at the sides for faster confiscation. He wadded those and put them in his pocket. The air scented with Catherina's nuanced perfume was succumbing to the headier aroma of her leaking vaginal musk. Cesar stood before Catherina, who was still shorter than him, even propped on her heels. Cesar grabbed her hands and laid them on his chest, maintaining eye contact. Catherina understood but took her time disrobing the impatient Cesar. Dipping and bending during her work, her breasts jostled and swayed. Completing the task, she stood again before him. Cesar grasped Catherina's tresses tightly on either side of her scalp and drew her with him as he backed to an office visitor chair. Still gripping her head by its hair handles, he ravaged her mouth with a stormy kiss before plopping his ass on the chair and forcing her head down towards her groin. Catherina quickly knelt on the carpet between Cesar's legs and cooperated with his demands. She opened wide and drew Cesar's erection into her mouth, voraciously massaging his knob and shaft with her lips, cheeks and tongue. Cesar still held her hair and used the handgrips to move and rotate Catherina's head as she sucked his cock. He had been anticipating this engagement since Barto's call and had thought about the possibilities all day. Catherina had knowingly inflamed his ardor with her casual touching, forward deportment and then the uncharacteristic reserve. Cesar drew Catherina off his erection and pulled her up to stand. His prick tingled but he wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to show dominance. Cesar marched across the room with one hand still in Catherina's hair. He pulled her in front of him and pushed her face-down on his desk, squashing her boobs into the polished veneer top. He kicked her inner ankles, signaling her to widen her stance. Catherina complied. Cesar lined up his stiff rod and pushed bit by bit into Catherina's cunt. She was tight and dripping wet, confirming to Cesar that she craved this man-handling. Cesar shoved home and drew back, again and again. The room filled with furniture squeaks and fluid squishy sounds, mingled with low grunts and elongated moans. Cesar was well into his stride now. He was puffing as he stroked faster and faster. His back stiffened; he bellowed, halted deep and shot Catherina full of his cum. Cesar let out a long cry as his final pulse joined the flood inside her. He fell forward across Catherina's naked back and butt and panted down from his hyper-breaths. Total Woman Security 06 Catherina for her part remained docile and compliant under the domineering stud. She waited in position even after he pulled out and reseated himself on the sofa rather than the chair. Cesar bade her join him. She curled up beside him, legs tucked beneath, reprising her pose from before, but now fully naked and flushed with sexual tension. Cesar tucked an arm across Catherina's shoulder and idly fingered her exposed tit. His other hand grazed her thighs and vulva. Catherina let her limbs hang limp. Cesar had not invited her to do more than that and she played the passive-aggressive role. She needed to lead Cesar forward in the Evita Gambit. "Sir, how did you know I would accept and respond so willingly to that kind of forceful treatment?" "Barto informed me of his conversation with your friend, Gabriella. She indicated you would enjoy it. Did you enjoy it?" Catherina lowered her eyes as she murmured "Yes." "How about Gabriella? Does she crave it quick and rough like you?" "No, I don't think so. She is much more of a romantic: weekend get-aways, evening cruises, furtive petting, taking the time to get a man's blood boiling before blowing his mind with an earth-shaking orgasm. Starry-eyed dreamy stuff like that." "Well, that doesn't sound like Barto. He's pretty quick and unsophisticated." Catherina hung silent as Cesar mulled through his mental catalog of associates. Cesar mused on the possibilities for Gabriella. He needed someone who would see reason if Cesar wanted to swap or borrow Gabriella and Catherina for some group sex. "I have friend named Dominic. He's also a bit of a romantic. Let me see about setting the two of them up. They can use my Taboga Island bungalow and private beach to get better acquainted. I think that arrangement might work out." That matter taken care of, Cesar wanted to continue getting better acquainted with Catherina. He gently disengaged Catherina and stood over her. "I'm starved. How about getting some dinner? Then we can descend to my home where we can explore dark scenarios in my distinctive basement playroom. I have new toys that I am just dying to try out." Catherina's imagination flitted to a dark room with flickering flame for light, weird tools and chains hanging on the walls. She was tied down naked to a wooden bench with black leather straps, Cesar hovering over her with more black objects. She squirmed in ominous distress, her eyes wide and round, but no sound came from her gagged mouth. A shiver ran Catherina's spine and palpitated against her clit. She gave a head shake to clear her frenzied mind. Cesar was staring at her. He suspected she was already fantasizing on the possibilities. Catherina's face turned a small smile. Catherina sleekly extended her arm towards Cesar. He gallantly kissed the back of her hand as he helped her to stand. Catherina curtsied and put on a bright smile. "Thank you, kind sir. That sounds doubly delicious: dinner and a dungeon. What a lucky girl I am!" --------------------------------------------------- Gabriella let the sea breeze flutter her hair behind her as she watched Taboga Island grow nearer beyond the bow of the high-speed catamaran. The morning wind was warm but it still gave a slight chill to her near-bare thong bikinied body. Dominic held her bare back against his chest as he peered past her shoulder. Her perfumed scent combined with fresh salt air filled his nostrils. His hand crept up to cup a string bikinied boob. Gabriella rubbed the back of her head against his shoulder and neck for encouragement. This would be a good day for sun and beach fun. The catamaran raced past the slower Tabogo Island ferry, carrying its overload of pedestrian day-trippers. Dominic had booked faster tickets on the cat to beat the daily vacationing crowd to the popular offshore getaway. The catamaran arrived to an almost deserted pier, an hour ahead of the ferry-borne throng. Dominic and Gabriella grabbed their daybags and headed ashore. They wandered to a secluded spot far from town, near the private beach bungalow loaned to Dominic by his friend, Cesar. Settling in their things, the pair waded away from the sandy shore into the aquamarine water. They splashed and chased each other in the knee watery paradise, laughing and squealing. One time, Dominic grabbed at Gabriella as she twisted away. His hand entangled her top, the snaps popped and it peeled off her chest. Gabriella hooted playfully and pranced away, her naked boobs bouncing in the kicked up sea spray. Dominic gave chase and finally caught her in waist deep water. She twisted into him and hugged his neck as she kissed him. Dominic hugged her torso and crushed her magnificent sea-drenched tits against his chest. Gabriella wrapped her legs around his waist and he duck-walked her to shore, plopping her down on the spread beach blanket. She continued to kiss and wiggled beneath Dominic, rubbing her groin against his growing erection. Dominic raised his head and looked around. The close-by private beach was deserted. In the distance, the disgorged ferry passengers were dispersing on the public sands, unpacking beach paraphernalia. Children were already running in the shallow surf, ignoring shouted parental cautions. Dominic rose up and drew Gabriella with him. Her tits jostled and settled, they really were magnificent to behold. He led her to the beach house and into the bedroom with its panoramic sea view beyond the veranda. Dominic plucked her side ties and the soddened thong bottoms fell to the floor. Gabriella knelt and yanked off Dominic's swim trunks. Grasping his erection, she led him to the outdoor shower where they rinsed off salt and sand under luke-warm water. Hand in hand they returned to the bedroom. It was counterpoint to the spirited lead-up. Dominic and Gabriella fell into bed together, romantically smoothing hands on skin, shifting positions for intimate erogenous kissing, and lazing through tender love sessions that lingered through the morning, creating multiple orgasms for both. They ate voraciously at lunch, satiating their caloric appetites, re-energizing in order to satiate their sexual appetites through the coming afternoon. Another gamesome skip through the surf preceded a blowjob on the beach blanket. Dominic repaid the oral gift to Gabriella's ecstatic glee. The sun trod relentlessly across the sky towards it destiny with the western horizon. Late in the afternoon, the towel-packed beach bag sat outside on the veranda while inside the bedroom a cock-packed Gabriella sat astride Dominic. She rode him gently for a long time. He played with her magnificent boobs, kneading the masses as he thumbed her nipples. She felt his essence fill her cunt just as she achieved her own ecstatic peak. On the returning catamaran, the dusk found Gabriella cuddled on the top deck in Dominic's embrace. They watched the cat maneuver around freighters and tankers swaying at anchor, the Panamx giants awaiting their turn to enter the locks and transit the canal. Their mast lights twinkled with Christmas Tree colors. The sea breeze ruffled Gabriella's tresses. She held Dominic's warm hand inside her blouse and windbreaker, lightly against her bra-less breast. His fingers teased her nipple. She hoped Dominic felt as satiated as she did from their romantic all-day fuck-fest. "Do you remember my friend, Catherina?" Dominic nuzzled Gabriella's neck and mumbled an affirmative. "Do you have friends who might be interested in meeting her? Things aren't going well with Cesar. I'm worried about her. She needs to find a stronger man. Perhaps another banker or financier but he must be a firm manly lover with stamina; someone just like you." Gabriella twisted her head and pecked his cheek. Dominic paused in his petting of Gabriella's boob as he remembered the other dark buxom beauty. His cock gave an encouraging twitch. He would gladly date her himself. Dominic's imagination went into overload, thinking of plausible settings: maybe a steady diet of ménage-a-trois. Or possibly spend weeknights with Catherina and then weekends with Gabriella; switching their schedules around periodically for a bit of variety. After the women became acclimated to the arrangement, he could occasionally swap one with a colleague and delight in fucking the swap-mate's chica. He knew several colleagues with blondes and redheads that might like a transient variation in bedroom décor. Or maybe even... Dominic quietly shook his head 'No'. His frequent balling of Gabriella alone was exhausting enough. Fucking them both would probably kill him. And after the mind-blowing sex today, he was hesitant to risk losing Gabriella. Gabriella felt Dominic's slow head shake and thought he was declining to take the bait. She needed to prompt his inventiveness. "Is that a 'No'? You can't think of anyone suitable who would be interested?" Dominic's palm reactivated, fingers stroking Gabriella's nipple. Better a boob in the hand than two in the bush. However, if he managed to keep both Catherina and Gabriella in his ring of associates, future exchanges could still be possible. Dominic whispered to Gabriella under her fragrant hair. "I have an associate, Eduardo. He is actually the top honcho of our local specialized association. Eduardo is mature and world-wise, a man with exotic and sophisticated tastes. He might be interested in dating Catherina. Undoubtedly, she will find herself attracted to Eduardo. Let's arrange a coffee date and see where it leads." ---------------------------------------- Catherina swung her crossed leg impatiently as she sipped espresso at the sidewalk café waiting for her rendezvous with Eduardo. He was late. The afternoon waned as the light faded and the tall building shadows lengthened. She must have been in the sun too long today. Usually coffee perked her up but this one had her feeling light-headed and droopy. Her eyes closed and her head nodded forward. A slow-moving black limousine slipped to a stop at the curb and two men in dark suits and sunglasses emerged. They scanned the street for curious onlookers. Seeing none, one man placed a $100 bill beneath the empty demitasse saucer. The other hefted the limp Catherina and placed her in the limo's backseat. The men bracketed Catherina between them as the limo slipped away from the cafe. The waiter re-emerged and pocketed the C-note as he cleared the table and went inside. The café door shut and the sign in the window flipped to CLOSED. "Okay, let's get rid of any tracking and listening devices." The men tugged at Catherina's clothes, shoes and jewelry, removing each piece and tossing the articles out the car windows. Now fully nude, Catherina sat dumbly, unresisting in her drugged twilight dream-state. The limousine cruised up Ancon Hill between the villas and high-rises affordable only to the rich and super-rich of Panama City. They turned beneath a foliaged masonry arch and the automatic gate closed behind them. One man hoisted Catherina over his shoulder and carried her limp nude body inside the expansive house. --------------------------------- Catherina's mind inched out of its stupor. She seemed to be nude and blindfolded. Her hair hung free about her neck and shoulders. Her arms and legs were bound to an upholstered wooden chair. She heard a fountain bubbling, bird cheeps and crickets. She felt a slight breeze. The air smelled of tropical flowers and another more earthy scent, like fresh turned garden soil. Footfalls echoed in the distance and drew near. "Ahh, my darling Catherina, you are awake. Welcome to my holiday home. The city can be all hustle and bustle. I like making my little rendezvous here, away from prying eyes and ears." Catherina sat still, seeking clues to the man's identity. His English held a Spanish accent; a Latino man. His hands checked her bindings, concerned with details and specifics; a man of experience and caution. The air stirred as he moved around her. She smelled his cologne, citrusy and flora; a man of culture and taste. "So, Total Woman Security has sent you to find me." Catherina felt a chill descend her spine. Her cover was blown. She hoped Gabriella would note her absence and raise the alarm. The man spoke brightly. "Well...here I am!" 'Estevan!' thought Catherina, 'this man is Estevan!' Other footfalls approached, more than one person, irregular, as if struggling with a weighty load. "Ahh, and our other special guest has arrived." Catherina heard a large something placed in front of her, the wooden object scraping on the concrete deck as it was positioned. There was a muffled voice grunting indistinctly. "Ladies... and gentlemen... let's all get acquainted." Catherina's blindfold was removed and, as her vision cleared and focused, she saw Gabriella, gagged and bound nude to a chair like her own. Gabriella's hair tousled when the blindfold was removed, leaving free fall tendrils hanging over her eyes and cheeks. The gag followed. Each operative's face froze with the shock of recognition. "Catherina!" "Gabriella!" Estevan chuckled. "And I think you are already intimately familiar with my other guests: Antonio, Barto, Cesar and Dominic." Estevan's four junior associates stood attentively at ease, having accomplished their pleasurable obligations as bait and delivery boys for their boss. "It appears that TWS's beautiful agents have probed and penetrated my little money laundering ring. Or should I say that my little ring has had the profound pleasure of probing and penetrating TWS's beautiful agents?" Estevan laughed quietly at his own joke. His four junior associates merely grinned broadly, reminiscing about the sexual encounters, respectfully awaiting the continuation of their boss's speech. "My subordinates are enthralled with your fucking proclivities. They were titillated and thrilled. The boys wanted to continue the cycle, sharing your spectacular talents with others. But I was concerned; if I let you go on fucking the hired help, you might escape my grasp." Estevan stood in front of Caterina, reached out and grasped her right tit, hefting the bouncy globe. He pinched and pulled on the left nipple. He reached down and palmed her snatch, sniffing deeply of her musk that was smeared on his hand. Estevan sighed and turned to Gabriella. He tilted his head in acknowledgement of her similar magnificence. "I find it such a shame to prematurely end your gallant fuck-for-all and deny so many others such truly gratifying access to your impressive bodies." Estevan shrugged and sighed. His voice turned to a tone of quiet acquiescence. "Well, that's too bad. But it was inevitable. Nothing lasts forever. Fortunately, we were able to offload our accounts to other banks around the world. Unfortunately, we will have to relocate our enterprise elsewhere. Panama has been good for us but there are other failed states with marginal governance and greedy leaders. We will re-establish our businesses there." Catherina and Gabriella had been silent during the monologue. Their training taught them that listening and not talking was the way to garner information and useful intelligence. Estevan continued. "I can see why my associates were dismayed when I explained that their use of your sexual talents was at an end. My strategy was for us to simply disappear. But the boys yearned to partake once more of your bodies. Alas, as part of our plan, I promised them one more round of erotic indulgence. So here we are. I now regret that I was unable to reap my own share of this delightful feast of pleasure." Having completed the preliminaries, Estevan swept his arms wide open in a gesture of welcome before the bound women and his men. "Please, gentlemen, enjoy your promised evening and its carnal bounty. I will return before dawn to complete the arrangements for our exodus." Estevan re-entered the mansion and closed the glass French doors behind him. The two women and four men were left to their nocturnal activities under the starry sky in the dimly lit manicured patio garden. The men began eagerly doffing their clothes. They had individually contemplated sharing, swapping or using these two women in tandem. Granted, they had imagined different circumstances but nobody balked at this golden opportunity to live out those fantasies. Gabriella and Catherina both surreptitiously tested their bindings but each concluded the ropes and handcuffs were too secure for them to slip out of. Catherina noticed a stuffed beach bag on the patio near the mansion. A nude Antonio and Barto took position either side of the seated Gabriella. One held her in a firm grasp as the other unknotted the bindings. They half-walked, half carried her to a low granite garden bench. Cesar and Dominic were waiting, having draped the smooth flat surface with a padded towel from the beach bag. Antonio and Barto laid Gabriella face up to the bench, limbs fastened to the stone legs, leaving her open and available for their use. Gabriella looked sideways and spotted a row of three miniature ceramic gnomes standing guard along the garden's foliage edge. Their stoic enameled faces gazed emotionlessly upon her preparations. Meanwhile, Ceasar and Dominic turned their attention to Catherina. Similarly, they unfastened her from her chair and refastened her to a second granite bench. If she tilted her head high enough, she could peer between her tits, over her exposed cunt and see Gabriella fastened to the farther bench, her pink gash framed between her wide spread thighs. Gabriella was of a similar mind and was looking toward Catherina down her own bound body. They eyed each other, trying to transmit moral support and courage to the other, broadcasting mutual assurance with facial expressions that they were worried and uncomfortable but not hurt. The men gathered in a circle and played a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, determining an impartial rotation of turns with the females. Breaking huddle, Antonio and Cesar strode to the familiar Catherina; Barto and Dominic took position either side of their favorite Gabriella. Dominic kneeled between Gabriella's legs, used two fingers of one hand to spread her labia and swiped his rough tongue up her cunt lips and over her clitoris. Gabriella gave a startled yelp and lifted her hips off the bench. Barto laughed. Dominic may have chuckled but it would have gone undetected as he buried his mouth over Gabriella's cunt. Gabriella gave intermittent yaps and cries as Dominic sucked intensely and pressed his stuttering tongue hard against her soft pink folds. Barto placed a bolster cushion under Gabriella's head, tilting her face up and forward. If not for Dominic's bobbing head blocking her view, she could have seen Catherina, as before, on the far bench. Barto threw a leg over Gabriella's stomach and placed his erection between her tits. With her arms bound down at her sides, Barto was left to press her cleavage together. Fully embedded between her wonderful boobs, he began the strokes along the fleshy tunnel. His tip approached but did not touch her cherry colored lips. The men were using Gabriella but so far had not penetrated her. Her distress was supplanted by a lust and Dominic's familiar tongue was putting a tingle in her groin. Catherina was receiving similar attention from Antonio and Cesar. Cesar was clumsily lapping her cunt, unused to servicing a female. He was more accustomed to being serviced. Antonio was kneading and tapping Catherina's tits, watching them pulse and jiggle. Catherina looked left and saw her own audience of impassive faced ceramic gnomes. Despite her practiced familiarity with bizarre and worldly sexuality, the cartoonish sculptures' immobile stares were unnerving. She couldn't figure why; it just felt creepy. A shiver ran up her spine. A smug Cesar noted the tremor, took credit and smirked inwardly. In the future, he thought, more lucky women would enjoy his newfound appetite for cunnilingus. Total Woman Security 06 Antonio straddled Catherina's warmed breasts and elevated her face with a handful of hair. He tapped her lightly on the cheek for attention. She met his gaze. "Now you are going to suck me nice. If you try to hurt me, I will hurt you back... badly. Do you understand?" Catherina was bound down and in no position to offer effective resistance. So far, the men had not physically hurt her or Gabriella. It was better to survive the battle and live to fight another day. Catherina nodded her hair-suspended head in agreement. Antonio leaned in and touched the tip of his knob to her lips. Catherina puckered and tickled his slit with her tongue tip. Antonio smiled, pressed forward and offered her more stiff meat. She opened in welcome and slid her tongue under the crown and fluttered it. Having tested her mood and found her agreeable, Antonio pressed forward and filled Catherina's mouth with his solid erection. His hips moved higher, allowing her head to rest on the bench. He took up the pace and sawed his prick back and forth between her cheeks, across her tongue, bumping her tonsils. Catherina closed her eyes and let him stroke at the pace he wanted. With eyes closed, Catherina moved her sensual focus to her cunt where Cesar's amateur mouth was finally doing a better job of raising her ardor. The pair of men seemed content with their present routines. Catherina felt less imperiled and, if not pleased, at least a little relieved about the way things were unfolding. She even felt somewhat aroused. That was not surprising. Her extensive skills training incorporated danger as a general stimulus, transforming that emotion subsequently into sexual excitement. Catherina heard Antonio building his vocal grunts and his stroke pace in her mouth quickened. She knew he was close. And so was she. As Antonio stiffened his hips and halted half-embedded, Catherina's groin exploded in electric skittles. She opened her mouth to cry out just as she was flooded by Antonio's discharge. Her mouth gurgled out noise, air and sperm. It dribbled off her chin and Antonio's groin. She managed not to inhale the concoction, swallowing some and holding the rest for subsequent disposal. Antonio backed out and off Catherina. Cesar had ceased his ministrations to her vulva. Catherina raised her head to peer down at her fellow agent. Gabriella was also clear of her paramours for the moment. Her pillow elevated face was covered with volumes of Barto's genetic white goo. Her mouth was open, breathing rapidly, her body recovering from her own intense orgasm. Antonio and Barto had blown their first loads and they were seated on the concrete patio deck, breathing hard and refracting their strength for another round with the women. Cesar and Dominic were strutting around the benches, anticipating their further engagement with the bound women. They exchanged prior lovers: Barto chose Catherina, Cesar selected Gabriella. Both men had imagined frolicking with the other woman and here was their chance to try them out. Cesar tenderly toweled the coat of Barto's spunk off Gabriella's face. He wiped Catherina's vaginal juices from his own face. He removed the bolster cushion from beneath her head. Continued foreplay was superfluous. The dark souled Cesar simply draped his naked body over Gabriella's prone form, lined up and drove home, filling her cunt with his engorged cock. Gabriella moaned at the sudden plunge and was thankful that her cunt was still fully lubricated from Dominic's prior labors. Cesar was primed and ready by the run-up to this session of coitus. He bore down and set a macho pace, pounding hard and fast. His knob scoured Gabriella's sensitive cunt walls, burnishing his corona and shaft with her wet warm vaginal caresses. Before long, he peaked and dumped his essence in Gabriella's womb. Even after his final discharge, Cesar leisurely rubbed the corona along Gabriella's spongy length, drawing out his pleasure and satisfaction. In the soft moon glow of the garden, he heard Catherina's and Dominic's cries of mutual ecstasy as that pair reached their coincident orgasmic peaks. Cesar drew off Gabriella and sat beside the reinvigorated Antonio and Barto. They were soon joined by Dominic. The quartet conferred. An arrangement and schedule evolved as each man would continue to use the bound women in turn. The stars ticked across the sky at a leisurely pace. Time passed as the men drained out their waning lust in and on their captives. The women compliantly endured their ordeal, mollified by random orgasms of their own. At 4 AM, Estevan reappeared. The party must wrap-up. He examined the women as they lay bound in place. They were literally fucked out but otherwise unharmed. He sat in a chair as he directed his underlings to unbind and clean the women up in preparation for their return to the city. The captives were exhausted, docile and cooperative; their cleansings both external and internal. Warm sponges, shampoos and douches removed all genetic evidence. Thin wool blankets were thrown over their shoulders. They were held tight by a man at either arm and presented for final inspection before the seated Estevan. He reached a hand inside each wool shroud and ran a finger over their slits; he smelled only soapy perfume. He gave a strong squeeze and fondle to the women's breasts. Ah, he thought, how this pair could have invigorated his monotonous way of life if he had just interceded with his associates sooner and taken his share of the sexual spoils. At least his horny young subordinates got their promised final taste of these prime morsels of flesh. Estevan nodded his acceptance of the cleanup measures. A folded white cloth suddenly covered the females' noses and mouths. The ether-saturated fabric was the last thing they would remember of the night. -------------------------------------------- Dawn was just breaking over the rooftops in downtown Panama City. Catherina groggily stirred awake. She was seated in front of the prior day's sidewalk café, exactly where she had nodded off. Gabriella was slumped in a similar chair beside her. They were disheveled and naked but for the swathing blankets: no clothes, no shoes, no cell phones, no purses, no money, and no identification. And they had failed in their mission; the money launderers had escaped. At the same time, Estevan was meeting his accomplices outside Tocumen Airport. He distributed their new identities: passports, cash, flight tickets and the location of a third world country where they would reassemble in three months to renew their money laundering syndicate. Until then, they were free to enjoy themselves. Estevan's underlings were feeling quite smug. They had flush new bank accounts, freedom of movement and would reminisce forever about balling the sweetest pair of pussies they had ever fucked. Estevan sensed their hubris and cautioned them to stay out of trouble until their new covers were well established under the protection of the third world country's dictatorial regime. This time, they had thwarted and overcome entrapment and defeat by Total Woman Security. But these latest escapades had taught both Estevan and the Chiefs at TWS some true facts of life: *** You can't win 'em all. *** It's better to survive the battle and live to fight another day. *** The struggle between good and evil never ends.