Gi Joe Cold War

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Whether it was alcohol, fatigue or combination thereof, the party broke up with every going separate directions. Scarlett appeared and took me away for a private chat. "Listen, honey" she whispered. "I need to ask for a big favor. Can Tiller and I have some fun together?"

"You and Tiller?" I questioned because it came rather out of nowhere. I did not know their full history together.

"Yeah. See, it goes back to the war. I was still the General's aide and I met Tiller in Paris he was with the Army Air Corps. One thing led to another and we spent the weekend together" she unknowingly smiled at the warm memories. "After that, he rather disappeared. Plus, I promised that I would 'pay him back' for helping us get out of East Germany." As she spoke she was pulling at her fingers.

Thinking for a moment, I looked at her with thin smile and a nod, "Okay. You two go and have fun."

"Thank you, sweetie" Scarlett hugged me. "How can I pay you back for this?"

"Hmmm" I thought. "Maybe a little tit-for-tat? Like what happened back in New Orleans."

Furrowing an eyebrow, Scarlett's smile held as she replied, "Tit-for-tat, huh?" placing an extended finger to her chin to ponder. There were a few names that immediately popped up. Not Toxic. She would already be bouncing in bed with a guy already, maybe two. Not Lady Jaye. She saw the way Jaye was looking at Doc, the hungry eyes. Not Cover Girl, she was not in a romantic mood. Then came Dial Tone. She was cute. "Okay. Thank you, babe" giving me a tight embrace and kissing my lips. "You're the best."

Embracing her in return, my lips whispered into her ear, "I know." She snickered, kissed my cheek and pulled back.

"I'll see you later, and I'll see what I can for you" giving a not so subtle wink. She disappeared after that and I, alone, went to the room that served as my quarters.

There I sat on a cot, untying and kicking off my black leather boots. My feet were swollen from the day and socks stank. I could've taken a shower but my energy just wasn't in it. Tomorrow morning.

I was about to rack out when there came a knock to the door. "Yes?" I called out. The doorknob turned and pushed in. A figure slipped into the sliver of the door before closing it by backing their frame against the door face. The light was still on in the room so it wasn't a mystery as to who it was, it was the brunette Dial Tone. "Uh, hi. What's up?" I asked, looking her over. She appeared nervous, one hand behind her back, the other to her face, tip of her index finger between her lips.

Dial Tone walked over and sat beside me on the cot. "Hi. Uh. I don't mean to be rude. The others, well, they're off doing their own thing right now, and I ran into Scarlett. She said to come check you out saying you had a massive cock."

"I-I what?" I stammered, leaning to the side away from her.

"I'm sorry" Dial Tone blushed. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just, I can hear the others and they're clearly boinking" nervously smiling. "And I ran into Scarlett and she said that you had a big cock. I wanted to see it for myself."

"You really want to see it?" I asked and she nodded, biting her lower lip. "Okay." Unbuttoning my bottoms, folding open the fly. Looking at her, Dial Tone's bright blue eyes were fixated down there. Reaching in and pulling it out, those eyes widened followed by a slight gasp. She wasn't lying. I thought that would be the end of it. Nope. Once more she nibbled at the tip of a finger, wanting something more.

"Can you stroke it for me?" Dial Tone whispered, eyes fixated.

"That depends" looked over at her. "What's in it for me?"

That caught the agent rather off guard that she blinked several times with a blank face as if she was confused. "What would you want?" she replied.

"Is this the first time you've been with a guy?" I asked rather light heartedly.

"No!" she cried. "I've been with...men...before..." It wasn't very convincing.

"Look," I said. "You don't have to do anything with me" and to show this, I buttoned myself back up. I hope that Scarlett didn't put pressure on her to be with me.

"No! Please!" Dial Tone clapped a hand onto my forearm. "Look...I've only had two boyfriends. One was in Basic and he was a real jerk. It didn't last long. The other was at my first duty station. That also didn't...it was bad. He just wanted sex and nothing else" wiping a hand to the side. "He was always putting me down, always wondering who I was talking to. That kind of thing. I just couldn't take it anymore so I asked for a transfer and dumped him."

"That's was pretty brave of you" I replied with a nod.

"You think so?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah. You shouldn't be a slave to someone" I said. "If all they want is to order you around and are suspicious of your every move, then it's not a relationship, it's domineering."

She looked down at her lap, deep in thought before lifting her blue eyes towards me. "You're right. Thank you. It's been a long time. I just have...I don't know how to explain this exactly, but I'll try. When Cover Girl joined our team she was the focus of every man she met. Guys were tripping over themselves to get to her, do things for her, and ignoring me. I got jealous. One day, Cover Girl took me out for a night on the town, just the two of us. We had a great time and we really connected. She wasn't trying to upstage me or anything, it was just the way she was, just a natural magnet and that I needed to have more confidence in myself."

"I think it worked!" nodding to her. "You came over and asked for me to whip it out!"

"I know! I know! I know!" cried Dial Tone. "I'm sorry!" cupping both hands over her face. "Just eager, that's all. What should we do now?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Next Morning

Toxic slept well that night. She woke up next to Blowtorch.

“Remember what happened last time we woke up in bed together?” Blowtorch asked Toxic.

“You asked if I wanted some breakfast, and showed me your hard cock” Toxic recalled. “And I gave you a nice blow job” Toxic explained.

“MMM, that was fun” Blowtorch remarked.

“I liked it too. You know, we are good together. Ever thought of asking to join Duke’s team. We could be together all the time.” Toxic pointed out.

“Duke is an asshole” Blowtorch pointed out.

“He is doing better, but I get your point.” Toxic said.

“Why don’t you join Blitzfire’s team?” Blowtorch offered.

“That is a tempting idea. But I’d feel bad about leaving Kidd and Scarlett. They might get hurt following one Duke’s plans.” Toxic explained.

“Seems like you are always the one getting hurt.” Blowtorch pointed out. “Shot in Jordan, and stabbed in East Germany”

“Yes, if I’m not there, then Duke will get Kidd or Scarlett hurt. My point exactly” Toxic laughed at her twisted logic.

“And that is why we can’t be together, I don’t want to work for Duke, and you can't leave because of Duke” Blowtorch concluded.

“The situation sucks” Toxic said a bit sad

“Speaking of sucking” Blowtorch said as pulled back the bed sheet. His throbbing erection was sticking straight up.

“At least, we’ll always have this” Toxic said as she wrapped her hands around his engorged shaft. She started to stroke him as she licked her lips and moved her mouth into position.

 

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"That depends on what you want" I said to Dial Tone. "What would you like to happen?"

Unsure, she bit her lower lip and looked away. "I, uh, don't really know. See, as part of my cover I take the role of an sexually active person. I've done it with a lot of guys but that was only for the sake of the mission. I didn't like it. Each one was disgusting in their own way. I've only ever had two boyfriends. I know what I said, but he demanded it-he just never got it. Not from me at least. When Scarlett said you had a big one, I just got so eager to see it. Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could just ask you to, maybe, stroke yourself?"

"Sure. We can do that" I replied.

"Really? Great!" Dial Tone chirped, clapping her hands eagerly.

"But if we're going to do that, I'm going to need some help from you" I said.

"Okay. What kind of help?" she asked. Leaning into me from the side, one her right hand stroked my thigh as the other combed through her sandy brown hair. She knew what kind of 'help' I needed.

"I showed you mine, how about you show me yours?" wagging my eyebrows.

"Okay. Sure" Dial Tone reached up and popped a couple of buttons to her blouse that gave a little to show some cleavage. "How's that?" in a succulent tone.

Oogling at her chest, licking my lips, "Can I see a little more?"

"You want more, soldier? Just a little more?" she teased and popped another button, nearly unleashing her rack entirely.

"Whoa" I gasped. "You got some big ones!"

"You think so?" she asked with a bit of disappointment. "I've never really liked my chest. It keeps getting in the way. I know guys like them, that and my large ass. I don't, though."

"Still, these are nice!"

"Really? You can touch them if you want" leaning into me. My hands cupped and gave a squeeze over the cotton fabric, she let out a soft moan with eyes closed. My left arm was wrapped around her abdomen to feel her left breast while the right was comfortably forward. As I played with them, she reached blindly with her right, grasped my member, and began stroking it. "You do have a nice cock. Scarlett wasn't lying."

She stroked and stroked, getting the tip wet to allow her palm to slide down the shaft. Leaning into me more and more, our lips touched for a kiss. I was still fondling her chest when pulled back, brushed away my hands and told me to lay onto the cot. Straddling my body on the thighs, Dial Tone mounted me to continue stroking using both hands this time. Bringing her forearms together pressed together her large, soft breasts. "Your cock is so great, one of these days you gotta let me suck it."

"If I can fuck your big ass" I moaned back.

She smiled and winked. "It's a deal. Now. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me real good!" Keeping her bright blue eyes focused on me, "C'mon, baby. Give it to me real good. I want it! I want it so bad!" As if on command a glob shot up nearly a foot into the air. "Oh!" she gasped, pausing in her stroking. Then came a second equally as large glob. "Haha!" It wasn't coming out as a stream, it was just large glob of thick white spunk. Dial Tone watched with glee, hand still wrapped around the base as sperm rained onto my bare lap. "Holy cow! That...wow!" brushing aside a few strands of hair from her face with her clean hand. "Jeez. It's everywhere! Lemme try just a little bit" she whispered. Sticking out her tongue and bringing her hand to her face, the tip touched just enough of spunk to register a salty taste. "Ew" Dial Tone giggled. "That's not what I was expecting. I thought it would be sweet, like sugar." Not wanting to eat any more of it, she asked for a towel. There was one in the nightstand. She used that wiped it away from her hands and chest followed by cleaning me off as well before dumping the towel into a hamper in the corner. Pulling her shirt down and wrapping herself in her blouse, Dial Tone stood up with a smile, "That was great. It was certainly better than I hoped. I didn't know a guy could cum so much!"

"It's a gift and a curse" I sighed, trying to calm my thumping heart. All of these frequent ejaculations were hurting my body more and more.

"I can see that" she said, giving me one last look of admiration. "Well, I'll let you rest. Thank you. Maybe, one day, we can try this again and a little further."

"You know where to find me" I smiled and nodded to her.

"Goodnight" she leaned in and kissed my forehead before silently leaving the room.

I went to bed thereafter, exhausted. When I awoke the next morning, Scarlett was curled up beside me, snoozing. Just a little shift in weight was enough to wake her up, those green eyes fluttering open followed by a kiss, "Morning, stud. How was your night?"

"Pretty good" I replied. "Yours?"

"Eh. Not bad" she said then smiled. "Come on. You smell like you could use a shower."

The shower was small. That enabled us to be intimate more and more, scrubbing each others backs and necks as the room filled with steam. The only thing that ended it was the hot water being spent.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Blackout

Blackout had slipped into the Washington DC Capitol region with no problems. He had avoided the security forces and the police in the area. Alexandria was a popular place to live, and full of government personnel. Anyone could tip off the police, so his activities needed to appear normal. Normally, he would spend a month observing and gathering as much information as possible on the target. Then get a job at perhaps the target’s favorite place to get a newspaper, or place to get a drink after work. When the time was right, the assassination would be effortless.

But not this time, and not this target. The coin had come up Vice Admiral Twain. Blackout hated the pompous Navy asshole. He knew the man had limited protection, maybe one specialized Navy sergeant at arms, that was it. Blackout was not concerned. In fact, he did not even meet with his support team before heading out to complete the assassination.

It was cold and dark this Tuesday morning. He stood in his completely black body suit as he glanced up the tree he was going to climb. It might be the most dangerous part of his mission today.

He checked his pockets, he had his throwing knives, smoke bomb, hand gun and his long-ranged rifle. He was ready. He started to climb the tree. He was silent and reach a height of 30 feet. He placed the rifle into position and loaded it. Then he waited.

Vice Admiral Twain was an early riser and he was a hard worker. He would leave for The Pentagon before 5:00 o’clock in the morning. He normally would not return until after 7:00 o’clock at night.

This morning he pulled out of his driveway at 4:51 am. He was driving on the secluded wooded road when two bullets shattered his car window. Both bullets hit him in the upper chest. He lost control of his car and drove into a tree. Smashing the front end of the car.

“Not good enough for the team. I guess I showed you, Asshole” Blackout said as he quickly climbed down the tree and drove off.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We were finally clean. Took awhile. Scarlett liked to get every crack and crevious. So did I. In clean uniforms we stepped out and into the real world. It was still early and only a few people were up in the dining area. Lady Jaye and Doc were two of them. Something certainly happened between the two of them because Lady Jaye was sitting with this shit-eating grin on her face while she sipped her black coffee next to the black medic as he sat with a rather confident look upon him, legs crossed while reclining in his seat with a mug of scalding black coffee.

We didn't bother to ask. Their faces told us everything. Wonder if they could see it on our faces what we were doing. Both Scarlett and I poured ourselves some coffee and sat at the table across from the other pair.

"Is everyone else still asleep?" I asked after a long bout of silence.

"I think so" Lady Jaye replied after sipping some more coffee. "Everyone else was up pretty late last night." She glanced at me, "Did you go to bed early?"

"Yeah, I did. Pretty tired" it was a half-truth.

A short time later, Tiller staggered into the room with a hangover. Seeing the coffee pot he was drawn to it like a fly to honey, the sweet nectar of life! He grabbed a cup and poured himself some. When he had his mug he went over to sit at the end of the table and glanced over at Scarlett and flashed a smile. Scarlett pulled her mug up to shield her face and gave him a subtle wink.

Then came Dial Tone, stretching her arms while wearing a loose fitting blouse that did not hide her large chest that well. Rather than being subtle, she clapped a hand on my shoulder going by, "Hey!" I replied in kind. Hopefully no one noticed.

"Well, most of the gang is here" groaned Tiller. "Now that we've rescued the princess from the castle, what's going to happen to us now?"

No orders had come in for us during the night. That was a good thing. That means that Command was not enraged with how we handled our East German escape. They knew about it, Duke called it in, or at least we hope he did. The way he was wound up and horny, he might have forgotten about it. Speaking of which, where was he? No one saw him for much of the night.

"If they give us some leave, I wouldn't mind" Tiller rubbed his head with both hands. "I would give my left testicle for a 48-hour pass right now, just so I can crawl back into my bed and sleep, maybe a gun to shoot myself" laying his head onto the cold steel table. It was the pain from his hangover making him say that.

That's when I imposed a question onto the others, "We hit MARS pretty hard. You think they'll retaliate in some other way. They've done it several times, we hit them and messed up their plans. What do you think they'll do this time?"

"Who's to say?" Scarlett replied. "We have to let them make the next move. Then we just pound them harder."

Doc chuckled and was nudged in his gut by Lady Jaye's elbow.

Scarlett had to be firm with her next few words, "Each time they hit us, it was personal. They went after key allies then they went after teammates. They're not going to stop until either either side is completely dead."

"But why, though?" Tiller groaned. "MARS is an industry, they make all kinds of shit. Why would they be fucking with us?"

"War" I replied. "War is big business. They make all kinds of weapons. If there's peace, then they go out of business. If a war doesn't come like in Korea, then they'll make one happen just to make a profit. What's a few thousand lives if they can put a few million dollars in their pockets." I didn't see it but Scarlett looked at me with a look of surprise at my spike in intelligence.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Toxic and Blowtorch

Toxic and Blowtorch walked into the breakfast area and waved to everyone. It was clear they had slept together last night. Toxic saw the coffee pot and quickly grabbed it.

“Hangover?” Lady Jaye asked

“Nope, I don’t get those very often. But I LOVE coffee. This German coffee is the best.” Toxic commented.

“I guess you two had a fun time.” Doc said joining in.

“Oh yes, Blowtorch pumped so much cum in me, it came out of my mouth.” Toxic joked.

“Toxic, now tell them the truth, the cum also came out of your ears” Blowtorch added, bragging a bit.

“Let not discuss the details over breakfast” Lady Jaye said to stop the crude discussion.

“Sorry” Toxic said to her. “What is everyone talking about?” She asked

“MARS industry and what they will do next” Doc said filling in Toxic.

“Well, they set the middle east up. That place will have wars and conflict for at least 30 years. They were messing with South America and the super soldiers until we stopped them. Europe is still recovering from the last big war, and Asia is in the middle of a war now. That leaves, North America, Australia or Central America. My money is on Central America. The Panama Canal is a great target. 10,000 ships a year go through it. Power, control, and money, the Baroness and Destro will start a war there.” Toxic suggested.

 

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That was true. Central and South America were also hotbeds for different political factions, communist, centralist, capitalist and all the other 'ists'.

"Doc and I have been in Brazil for a long time" Lady Jaye said. "There are people there that are easily taken advantage of. Poor people that will do anything for money, not out of greed but to survive."

"I can't tell you how many people come to my clinic because of the fighting" Doc sighed. His mind was heavy on it. In one week alone he dealt with 500 patients as people left the fighting in western Brazil.

Looking around, someone was missing. "Where's Duke?" I asked. The others looked around as well.

"I didn't see him last night after we...left" Lady Jaye looked about then quietly drank his coffee.

"Neither did I" Scarlett did the same thing.

"Probably sleeping off a hangover" Blowtorch jested.

What we didn't know was, at this moment, a communication was coming in.
The message was sent to the base's signals building that had it decoded twice to ensure its accuracy before it was handed to a runner that scurried to our building. When the runner came in, he caught all of us in the dining area and all of our attention turned to him. "I'm looking for Duke," panted the tired runner. "I have an urgent message for him" holding up the sealed envelope.

Duke was absent. Command fell to Toxic as next senior officer. She stepped forward, "He's indisposed at the moment" she said. "I'm next in command. I'll sign for it." Signing his ledger the runner disappeared.

Toxic frowned. These letters usually contained bad news. Tearing open one end and blowing inside to inflate the paper wrapper, she pulled out the message and opened it while we looked on. Her eyes widened and she staggered before collapsing into a chair, her hands falling onto the table.

"What is it?" I asked in concern as this was a face I had not seen Toxic ever having, pure shock.

"Vice Admiral Twain is dead" Toxic replied lowly.

"What?!" Scarlett rose up, snatching the paper to read it herself.

Initially it was through he lost control and crashed into the tree but after removing him from his wrecked vehicle, there were two precise shots to his chest, the windshield having shattered to a million pieces by the impact. It was clearly murder but who would do it was the question. Vice Admiral Twain had spent decades in the service. There were plenty of enemies to sift through. The Joes needed to be told. One of their biggest supporters was gone. That could also mean the other senior officers could form a majority and have the unit disbanded.

"Find Duke!" Toxic spat. "Find his lazy ass and bring him here" pointing to all of us.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke

Duke woke up feeling pretty bad. His mouth was dry and tasted awful. He was naked, covered by a sheet and blanket. He had dried cum on his back and face. He staggered to the bathroom, peed, washed his face and drank a glass of water.

He had no idea where he was. He walked, naked to the kitchen, when he saw a man there in a bathrobe.

"Who are you?” He asked

“Max Wehner” The man said as he poured a cup of coffee. He walked over and handed it to the naked Duke.

"What happened last night?” Duke asked.

"Last night, you got very drunk. Kept talking about finishing the job. You also talked about a girl named Jaye. Finally, you said you were not feeling well so I helped you get here before you blew hunks."

"Blew hunks?” Duke asked “You mean blew chunks”

“You Americans and your funny saying. Yes, blew chunks” Max said

“I do not remember that." Duke said drinking some of the coffee.

“Do you remember the sex we had?” Max asked.

“WHAT?” Duke gasped almost choking on his coffee.

“Yes” Max said matter a factly. “You have a great cock, by the way.”

“Ah fuck!” Duke groaned “You are gay?” Duke asked Max

“No, I like women too. But last night you asked me to jerk you off. You said you needed someone to be with you. I agreed to help” Max explained.

“I should beat the fuck out of you” Duke growled.

“I only did what you asked.” Max explained. “If you are embarrassed, I will not tell anyone.”

“You had better not.” Duke said and headed back to the bedroom to find his clothing and find the others.

Blackout

Blackout headed to the empty warehouse in North Springfield, Virginia. North Springfield was an more industrial area just east of Alexandria, near Washington DC.

The building was one of 10 identical white building in an industrial park. Blackout parked and got out of his vehicle. He walked past the loading docks on the side of the building to load and unload goods from trucks. He went into the warehouse through a side door. The place was empty except for an overhead crane, two forklifts, and a pile of wooden pallets.

His team was already there waiting for him. They were near the forklifts, the women sitting on the forklifts and the men standing. They looked at him as he entered, but then they turned back to each other. They showed no sign they respected him. None of them sat up and turned to face him. They continued to talk among themselves as he walked over.

They could tell he was getting pissed, so they stopped talking as he got near.

“I’m your team leader, Blackout” He said to introduce himself.

No one said anything.

“Ok, assholes” Blackout said. “I know you are worried about which team I really support. Well, to clear your minds, Admiral Twain is dead. I killed him this morning.” Blackout announced. That got everyone attention.

“That is correct. We only have one target remaining.” Blackout reported to his team. “Now each one of you introduce yourselves and tell me your skills.” He pointed to the two men first.

 

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A thin, lanky man stood up. He had a slightly nasal voice, hands behind his back, wearing dark trousers and blouse. His face was heavily scared. It wasn't cuts it was like his face was the surface of the Moon-pockmarked, scared and discolored. "Right. Well. I might as well be first then" nodding to the ladies beside him. "I'm called Barnacle, formerly of His Majesty's Navy. I served all over and on many different ships. So I know a good deal."

"What happened to your face?" Blackout pointed.

"This?" he touched his face. "This was compliments of my captain. He was English, that bastard. He was a brute beast. He wouldn't hesitate to cane someone if they got out of line. I think he had a thing for me because I took most of the beatings. After the war, I couldn't stand him or His Majesty anymore and I fled to a place that offered me a safe place, in Eastern Germany."

"What happened to your captain?" Blackout asked.

"Him? Oh, they found that cunt with two bullets in the back of his head" placing two fingers behind his skull. "A tragic suicide" his words dripping in acid as he smiled. I see Britain, France, and all other places, it's overrun with consumerism. Nothing is sacred anymore. Everything has a label. People now have fads. There's no personal identity. That's why I swore off the West and will do anything to destroy it."

He sat down.

"They call me 'Crusher'," the next man, or thing, said standing up. He looked every bit like he was chiseled from a 7" tall, 4" wide boulder. It was just muscle. His face was square jawed with yellow eyes. Rarely did he speak. So to hear him now was a treat. "I was made in Brazil. I hunt my prey and crush them. Does not matter who it is" holding up his hands at chest height, palms up, he slowly curled them into fists. To prove his point, he picked up the chair he was sitting on, held it up and with just his hands, he crushed it like a steel can.

"Christ Almighty!" Barnacle gasped as the pretzeled seat crashed to the floor.

"He cannot help you" Crusher growled.

"How did you get this strong, Crusher?" asked an impressed Blackout.

"Like I said, I was made in Brazil. I was merged with a the strength of an Anaconda snake" Crusher growled while looking down at a shocked Barnacle. "Do not get in my way, little man. I have killed team members before."

"I don't doubt that" Barnacle gasped.

"I'm not here to make friends. Just something to crush, or someone" Crusher replied


Back with the Joes.

We paired off and went looking for Duke. First place Toxic called was the MP station. Hopefully they dragged his intoxicated ass there.

Scarlett and I borrowed a Jeep and went around the area to see if he passed out in a ditch somewhere. She drove and the whole time she had an intense look on her, staring straight ahead, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. Part of me wanted to ask how she was. Then again I didn't know how much Admiral Twain meant to her. Consumed by her grief, she just kept driving straight, zoning out, forgetting about Duke and only remembering a man who gave her a chance.

"Scarlett? Scarlett? SCARLETT!" I yelled.

"WHAT?!" jerking her head towards me in anger.

"WALL!!!" pointing straight ahead. We were barreling right towards a concrete wall at 40mph. And these things didn't have seatbelts.

"Shit!" she slammed on the brakes and jerked the wheel hard left. Rubber squealed on asphalt, leaving black smears as our vehicle, we did a 90 turn and with no door or seatbelt, and the vehicle's momentum, the Jeep lurched to the right and I was thrown from the Jeep and rolled across the asphalt. Slamming back down, Scarlett was panting, adrenalin pumping. Now she realized that she nearly killed us in her grief. Looking over and not seeing me, Scarlett yelled out, "Isaac!"

"I'm okay" I grunted, sitting up. In truth I scrapped my forearms rolling over the ground.

Putting the vehicle in park, Scarlett jumped from the Jeep and came to me, her anger now turned to tender care. "Babe, Stud, I'm so sorry!" holding my arms. "C'mon. I'll take you to Doc and get you patched up."

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Really" she gasped. "I just have a lot on my mind right now. It's nothing you need to worry about, okay? I'll drop you off and keep looking by myself."

"Okay" I replied.

Mary Jaye and Doc were searching our building and the immediate area when Scarlett and I came back. "What happened to you?" Doc asked as he looked me over.

"I fell from the Jeep" I grunted. Lady Jaye grabbed his surgical bag and cleaned my injuries.

"How?" asked Doc.

"I forgot it didn't have seatbelts" I chuckled.

Scarlett smirked then pulled away to continue the search.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Blackout's team

Blackout was impressed and a little scare of his first two team members, but no one could tell, as there was no change to his outside appearance.

“And you?” He asked pointing to brunette woman nearest him. Her hair was wild, and she had black eye liner all around her brown eyes. She was pretty, fit, and tough. She was wearing combat clothing, where her name tag was located it read "My name is Fuck You". But it was her eyes, that got his attention. She had a crazy look about her. It was almost like she was insane.

The woman looked down picking at her long finger nail, almost like she was cleaning out some dried blood.

She giggled a little and then she declared her name, "Squealer.” She smiled and added “that the sound they make before they die. I’m skilled in guns and knives. Prefer to kill people up close. It’s more fun that way.”

Blackout pointed to the beautiful blonde wearing the tight vest, no sleeve top, bare mid-drift, and camouflage mini-shorts.

“I’m The Enchantress” she said in a smooth and sexy voice. “I’m skilled in seduction and assassination.” She stated as she pulled out her huge dagger and licked the blade. Then she looked over to Crusher “I love big snakes”. Blackout could not tell if she was referring to Crusher, Crusher’s cock, or big snakes in general.

“Thanks” Blackout told all of them. Then his explained the situation as he saw it. “I know to US protocol. Once I killed the Admiral, the military will ramp up security around their senior officers, in particular, General Colton.”

“Knowing Colton, he’ll recall his best team for added protection. That means, we’ll be facing Duke’s team. The team can vary in composition, but I’m assuming it will be Duke, Scarlett, Kidd, and Toxic. Doc and Lady Jaye could be with them, but I doubt it.”

“I get to kill Toxic” Squealer said

“Not our target” Blackout replied.

“I’m going to kill that big breasted bitch anyhow, just for fun.” Squealer replied.

“What is your beef with her?” Blackout asked.

“She always got the assignments I wanted. She also fucked several of my boyfriends. It is time, I fucking destroy her.” Squealer explained.

“Once Colton is dead… I don’t care what you do.” Blackout said, realizing Squealer was not going to agree to anything less. The crazy woman nodded in agreement.

“Any other vendettas I need to know about?” Blackout asked his team.

Crusher grunted “I hate Duke’s team. They destroyed the Brazil lab”

“I HATE the west and western culture” Barnacle added

The Enchantress just smiled, not saying a thing. Clearly she hated something, but was not saying.

Blackout nodded. His team, including himself, had issues. But he knew, the issues were exactly the reasons they were so committed. It would be his job to make sure they focused on the mission goals, which would make this operation a success. He needed them all crazy… to kill Colton.

“Ok, remember the goal. Kill General Colton and make it look like the Chinese did it.” Blackout said. He handed each of them a fortune cookie. “I left one of these where I killed Twain. It has a nice Chinese Mao saying in it. Keep them with you at all times. In case something happens, it will point to China.”

“Now, we need to set up an observing and information gathering plan on the target” Blackout said as he pulled out a map and they discuss who and what each of them was going to do.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

It was an hour, maybe more, before Scarlett found Duke walking slowly, stiffly, walking back to our building. Rolling up in her jeep, the redhead growled for him to get in. It was clear she was angry, at him or over the death of Admiral Twain, or both. Duke climbed in. In his hands was his wadded up shirt. Riding bare chested, eyes straight ahead, he had this blank look on his face, like he saw a lion for the first time and no bars between him and the animal. The whole ride back he was silent, that was strange. By now he would be bragging that he got three women that night. Sitting at the table, shirt on his lap, he said and did nothing. It was unnerving. He wasn't making eye contact and he wasn't speaking.

"Where the hell have you been?" Blowtorch demanded.

A long pause played out. "Out" Duke whispered, eyes fixated forward.

"Out? Out where?" asked Blowtorch.

"Just out" Duke shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, well, while you were 'out'," Blowtorch laid it on thick, "Admiral Twain was killed. His vehicle crashed into a tree but we think it wasn't an accident."

Hearing this shook Duke out of his frozen state, "How? Who?"

"We don't know yet" Doc replied.

"Either way" Scarlett growled as she sat at the table beside me, taking another mug of hot coffee, "We just lost one of our biggest supporters. Most of the Brass don't like Gi Joe, but it was men like Admiral Twain and General Colton that kept us in business."

"If the General goes," I dared to ask, "What happens to us, I mean, besides being disbanded?"

"I don't know" Scarlett shrugged. "Knowing my luck, I probably get sent back to the States and be put behind a desk, or pressured to resign. I know that there's a lot of officers that don't like me, for one reason or another."

"I wouldn't mind going back to South America" Doc said as he packed up his kit. "I was doing a lot of good over there."

"I'd probably go with you" Lady Jaye smirked as she sat next to him.

I don't know what would happen to me. Probably get sent to Korea again and this time be on the frontlines.

We sat there racking our brains over what was going to happen to us until a messenger came in bearing our next orders, pack our kits, we were going back to the States. We were apprehensive, was the disbanding already happening? Still in command with Duke as useful as a statue. "We're going to be part of a security detail for General Colton" the busty blonde read the orders then passed it around to the others in the room. "All of us, including Blowtorch's team" she waggled her eyebrows at him. "Pack your bags, boys and girls."

I went to my small room, opened my duffel and shoved my clothes in. About halfway through, there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" I called without looking.

"Hey, stud" said that smoky voice.

Turning around, Scarlett slipped in and carefully shut and locked the door. Walking up, her face looked troubled. "Sorry about earlier" she whispered as we stood facing each other.

"It's okay" I replied with a nod. "You were distracted."

Nervously brushing some red hair over her right ear, Scarlett's voice dropped. "Yeah. Admiral Twain, he was a good man. Stud, I'm worried."

"About what?"

"Losing the Admiral. General Colton may be next. Whoever it is that's orchestrating this, knows who we are."

"Maybe" I replied. "But we still don't know who we're up against. So I'm not going to worry about something I don't know about."

Forcing a smile, Scarlett nodded. "That's a good way to put it. It's going to a long flight back to the States. Do you want to sit together?"

At the same time, elsewhere

“Before we start anything” Barnacle replied. “I’m going to need some intel, as you yanks call it. You said their names but what do they look like?” Having a few photographs that were taken during our raids, they were passed out. “Say now, that’s a pretty face," the sailor smiled. “She’s got a nice rack as well. Hmm. I wouldn’t mind getting some of that before I put her down.” He turned and showed the photo to Crusher who merely glanced at it and showed nothing in emotion. “What do you think, big guy? You think she does anal? HAHAHA”

“I will make her bleed from all her holes” Crusher growled.

Eyes wide, Barnacle turned, “Well then…”

"General Colton is the objective" Blackout insisted to the four. "We take him out first. Everyone else is secondary."

"I do say," Barnacle replied, "If the chance we run into these lasses, any chance we can take them alive, you know, for 'questioning'?" he gave a wide smile that showed his stained teeth from heavy cigarette and alcohol use.

"No questions" Crusher growled. "Only crushing."

Turning to him, Barnacle replied, "When you mean by crushing, do you mean by pounding them, you know, in their holes?" before cackling.

"Enough jokes!" yelled Blackout.

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Flight

Both GI Joe teams were on the L-1049B Super Constellation flying back to Washington DC. Toxic sat next to Blowtorch. The two both ordered whiskey on the rocks. When the drinks arrived, Toxic said “Cheers” and they clinked their glasses together.

“Well, I guess we get to work together after all” Toxic stated as she took her first sip.

“Yes, you can still protect Kidd and Scarlett… and whoever else, while I don’t have to work for Duke.” Blowtorch said with a smile.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Toxic giggled. “Blitzfire and Duke are sitting together for this flight. I’m sure one of them will be picked to be the mission commander. The person in charge of the security detail. Duke is really going to push for it.”

“Blitzfire is twice the leader that Duke is. He’ll get it” Blowtorch pointed out.

“But… the Germany operation was a dumpster fire. Blitzfire was in charge and got captured. Duke’s rescue was a big success.” Toxic pointed out.

“Fuck” Blowtorch grumbled, understanding Toxic made a good point.

Both of them were quiet for a while as they sipped their drinks. Finally Blowtorch asked Toxic “What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, the last thing Vice Admiral Twain said to me.” Toxic replied.

“And what was that?” Blowtorch asked.

“Well… he was poking me in the chest” Toxic explained.

Blowtorch interrupted “Poking your chest? The guy was a perv”

“Stop interrupting” Toxic said.

“Ok” Blowtorch agreed.

“So Twain said in his gruff voice” Toxic started then changed her voice to sound like Twain’s “This whole operation and all the operatives worldwide are counting on you. I know you have been a total fuck up your WHOLE career… but you need to get these people back. I DON’T care if you come back… BUT GET THEM BACK!!! NO FUCK UPS!! TOXIC.” Then Toxic voice returned to normal. “The admiral then said to General Colton “They are all yours… to inspire”.

“What an Asshole” Blowtorch commented.

“He was an asshole, but he did inspire me. No matter what I did, he always told me I fucked up the mission and I needed to do better. It kept me trying harder…” Toxic said.

“Well, I’m glad you rescued my ass.” Blowtorch said.

“I'm glad I rescued another part of you as well." Toxic said glancing at Blowtorch's crotch. "You know… after everyone is asleep… maybe you can join the mile-high club?” Toxic suggested.

“The what?” Blowtorch asked. He had never heard of the mile-high club before.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

We were on the same flight but we all didn't sit next to each other. We more or less paired up, Scarlett and I sat almost all the way in the back. It gave us some privacy. I got the window. It was just Scarlett and I, she rested her head on my shoulder, we held hands. "You feeling allright?" I asked her after we were airborne.

"Yeah" she whispered. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Driving around really helped clear my head. I still feel bad about, you know," referring to me being ejected from the jeep.

"Ah. Don't worry about that," I replied. "Doc patched me up real good. I didn't get a lollipop, though."

Scarlett chuckled, nuzzled real close, "You're my lollipop."

"I thought I was your stud" I smirked back.

"You're both" Scarlett whispered. "So, tell me, what was it like being with Dial Tone?"

"Apparently, someone told her I had a large cock" I whispered, to which the redhead held a hand to her face, shielding her silent laughter.

"What happened, did you two do it?" Scarlett asked after coming down, her green eyes looking up at me.

"We didn't, well we sorta did it" I replied. "She wanted to see it, so I whipped it out, and then she asked for me to jerk off."

"And?" Scarlett eagerly asked.

"Well, she used her hands and made me, you know, cum..." I whispered then nervously scanned the seats. The ones immediately near us were empty.

"No blowjob?" Scarlett then had a look of disappointment.

"No. Just a handjob. But she does have these huge breasts" I added.

"I figured as much" Scarlett nodded. Pulling back, her hands tugged on her blouse to straighten it out while also showing the size of her rack underneath that were far larger than Dial Tone's. "She's really cute."

"She is," I replied. "She said, next time she wanted to give me a blowjob. I replied that I would allow it if I got to fuck her big ass." Once again, Scarlett nearly burst into a fit of laughter. Hands cupped over her face, she pressed her head into my shoulder.

My love continued to have stifling laughter until she was red in the face. Taking deep breaths and fanning herself, she came down off that high.

"What about you? How was your time with Tiller?" I asked.

Scarlett didn't shy away from the details. "It was really simple, I went to his room and locked the door, the uniforms came off and we just started fucking."

"Just like that?"

"Yep. Just like that" she smiled. "Tiller is a good guy but he needs to work on his game. Being away from the Air Force kinda lost his stamina. But still, we had a good time. He came on my ass. We spent the rest of the time just making out and catching up on old times."

"Sounds like you had a better night than I did," I smiled.

Scarlett waved a hand, "Ah. Well, it was allright. I'm just glad that you didn't spend the night alone."

"Maybe next time, we can have a threesome, Dial Tone, you and myself," I wagged my eyebrows.

"Hehe. Yeah. I want to watch you bang her in that big ass, but save that cum for me, stud," wiping her lips slowly with the tip of her tongue.

"If I save it for you, do I have to cum on your ass?" I leaned in and whispered.

"Babe, you can drop it anywhere you want" Scarlett smiled back.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Getting Off

The military transport plane landed at Andrews Air Force Base. Everyone grabbed their stuff and marched off the plane. Duke was in the lead, complaining about the Air Force to Blitzfire.

“This place should be called Andrews Army Air Corp Base. This Air Force shit, is fucked up. We won WW2 with the Army Air Corp! We didn’t need another branch of the service to win a war. Fucking politicians and some assholes in Pentagon thought this up” Duke said to Blitzfire

Meanwhile, Blowtorch was helping Toxic get her stuff.

“Toxic… you missed a little. It is on the side of your face.” He pointed out.

Toxic took her hand and rubbed the cum off her face. “Sorry, it was hard to get it all under that blanket.” She said.

Blowtorch laughed “The stewardess came by and asked if you were alright, when she saw the blanket going up and down. I told her you were just trying to get comfortable.”

Toxic and Blowtorch both laughed at that.

2 Hours Later

Both GI Joe teams were in the briefing room. General Colton was providing the high-level brief on the situation. Other people were going to provide the more detailed briefings after his talk.

“Joes… here is the situation. With no warning and no prior intelligence” The General said then looked unhappily over to his G2 intelligence officer, before going on “Someone entered the country and killed Vice Admiral Twain. The admiral was on the way to work, the shots were from a long-ranged rifle. Investigation of the area reveals the assassin climbed a tree to get the best angle. He dropped a fortune cookie at the scene. Inside the cookie was a message in Chinese that stated “All power flows through the barrel of a gun”. So we are pretty sure the Chinese are behind this. Our agents in china are trying to figure who ordered it and why”

“I’m 90% sure it was not the Chinese.” Toxic said interrupting the briefing.

“Oh fuck” Blowtorch whispered to himself and scooted his chair away from Toxic. He knew Toxic was about to piss some people off.

“You just landed, and you already know we are wrong?” General Colton said with some disbelief in his voice.

“Yep. You really need better G2 folks.” Toxic answered then she turned her head and stuck out her tongue at the G2 officer.

“Explain” General Colton said to Toxic

“Mao’s quote correctly translated is Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. If the Chinese did this killing, they would have gotten Mao’s quote correct. They worship Mao like a god over there. Also, why would the Chinese leave something behind to make sure we knew they did it? That is not the Chinese way. Telling your enemy your tactics? What so... we can start killing their senior military people? No, this was someone else, trying to make us think the Chinese did it. Maybe Russia? Or maybe someone that hated Vice Admiral Twain for personal reasons. Then throwing the Chinese thing in there to cover their tracks.” Toxic explained.

“Hmmmm” General Colton said thinking about what she said. “I think you are only right about two things”

“Which two?” Toxic asked.

“China did not do this, and I need better G2 folks” The General concluded.

“You can continue the briefing now” Toxic said with a big smile on her face.

“Oh fuck” Blowtorch whispered again to himself.

“Toxic… I’m beginning to understand why you drove Twain crazy!” General Colton said. Then he returned to his brief. “What we need you Joes to do, is figure out the next target, and stop whoever is doing this.”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

On the flight

Scarlett and I didn't get freaky, as tempting as it was. We held hands until the interior cabin's lights turned off to allow us to sleep. A stewardess gave us a warm blanket. Nuzzling against me, we held hands under the blanket. Before going to bed, Scarlett rubbed a palm over my crotch in jest. I retaliated by reaching over and lightly squeezing her chest.

On the ground

I was suffering from jet lag and kept fading in and out of sleep. Scarlett would reach over and pinch my hand to get me to come back. Not even the black coffee was helping.

Another briefing officer, an incredibly attractive blonde from the CIA, stepped forward. She was wearing a business suit rather than a uniform and it showed off her body. Glancing over, Duke was getting hard looking at her. "We intercepted signals from East Germany shortly after Blitzfire's team was captured. It was in code but we were able to partially translate it. It spelled out a search for possible agents, civilians by the looks of them and about moving 'product' over the Atlantic."

I could tell that Toxic was thinking like one of those computers. Then it hit me, things started happening when Blitzfire's team was compromised. Under duress they gave up intel, that would be enough to figure out what to do in the US. At least here the G2 people had that in mind. We were to stake out several areas and gather intel for another threat.

"This time," General Colton firmly stated, "We're going to mix your two teams."

"Mix, sir?" questioned Duke.

"Yeah. In light of what's happened, we're mixing it up. So figure it out, you got twenty minutes to get your things and get going. Good luck," said the General before he stepped out with the CIA officer.

"The General doesn't have confidence in us" growled Blowtorch.

"You mean, General Colton doesn't have confidence in you," said Duke in a accusing manner, even pointing a finger at the guy.

"What's that suppose to me?" Blowtorch stood up with balled fists at his side.

"Come off it!" Duke waved a hand at him. "Your team was compromised. It's a miracle they even kept you guys in business..."

"SHUT UP!" Blowtorch screamed.

"Fuck you!" Duke yelled and stomped forward.

"Enough!" Toxic stepped between them. "Look, let's just get our pairs and get going. We're not doing any good standing here and bickering like a bunch of babies. You're grown men."

It was like being selected for sports in school. We waited impatiently then grew desponded with the one teammate we wanted was picked by the other team. Looking at Lady Jaye and her scowl, Duke wasn't going to get with her.

Duke got Toxic, the only one that didn't object to being with him.
Blitzfire got Scarlett
Blowtorch got Lady Jaye
Doc got Cover Girl
I got Dial Tone.

I didn't mind that and neither did Dial Tone. She seemed somewhat upbeat to it. The CIA officer came back to us with our mission, we were to stake out a East German diplomat with suspected MARS ties. He could be a link between East Germany and operations in the US. We had a lot on him, Peter Wagner from Berlin. During the war he was with the Kriegsmarine as a junior officer, mostly behind the desk. He also had a strange nightlife. The CIA officer directed us to the apartment he was staying at, a good twenty miles from where Admiral Twain was killed. Fortunate for us, there was a mid-quality hotel just across the street from his place. A great place for us to hole up and watch him. We were given Bugs, weapons, and recording equipment.

I caught Scarlett as she was packing her bag in a backroom. This was going to be the last time I saw her for awhile. "Hey babe" I said. She paused and looked up, smiled. "We're heading out."

"Me too" she replied, brushing her hair aside. "Listen, we're going to be away for awhile. Don't know when I'll see you again. I know Dial Tone's got the hots for you, and she's real cute. So if you want to, don't be afraid. It's for the good of the mission" smiling widely.

"Okay. If you and Blitzfire get lonely, you know..."

Giggling and cheeks red, Scarlett shied away. "I don't know. Maybe. But I'll be thinking of you."

"Me too" We embraced tightly then kissed. We let our emotions get the better of us because the kiss turned to more kissing then I went for her neck. Scarlett gasped and sighed, turned and backed herself into me for gasping once more, "Stop, babe" gently pushing herself forward and away from me. "You're too good at that"

"Can I just say that I love you?" I asked.

Biting her lower lip, she stepped towards me, her bright green eyes staring at me, "I love you, Isaac" in a whisper.

"I love you, too, Shana" I whispered back. We hugged tightly once again. In leaving the room, Dial Tone was waiting on the outside. With a half smile Scarlett said to her, "You better watch him. If you don't..."

"I know" Dial Tone nodded. "You'll kill me."

"Even if you're dead, I'll still kill you" Scarlett finished.

Blackout and his team

"It's just one bloke" Barnacle held up a finger. "We can just go in and I'll get the guy and we'll be home free! We get our money and then we go and have ourselves a pint and a good shag."

"Just crush" Crusher growled sitting on the floor as no chair could carry him. There was no expression on his hard face as he stared blankly ahead. If he was not breaking something, then there was nothing in his life. Despite the efforts of the women on the team, they could not get a rise out of him.

"Your time will come" Blackout replied. "I just got word that the Joe team has landed in the US. They're going to be searching for information. Now we're going to have some fun. Remember to leave fortune cookies" looking over, Barnacle was eating one.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke and Toxic

“You are stupid and a cunt” Duke told Toxic as she drove the car over the Potomac River bridge. “Blowtorch is a hot headed asshole, why are you fucking him?”

“Because its fun.” Toxic answered with a smile on her face. She knew her answer would drive Duke insane.

“Women are stupid” Duke grumbled. “The guy is a fuck-up. His whole unit is fucked up. The german mission was shit. I’d kick them out of the Joes for that alone.” Duke said, still complaining.

“Duke, we had to rescue you in Jordan. We fucked up the Iran mission.” Toxic pointed out in a calm voice.

“That was totally different, and you know it” Duke yelled, “God you are a stupid bitch.” Duke added. Then the car ride was quiet for a while. Toxic was not getting upset by the things Duke was saying. He wanted to get under her skin. So he change topics.

“What is wrong with you?” Duke asked.

“Nothing” Toxic answered with a smile.

“You fuck anything with a cock. You are a total Whore. You drink like a sailor. You swear. You say shit to senior leadership that should get you fired. You are a hot mess.” Duke observed.

“I like the person you are describing. Can I meet her one day?” Toxic joked.

Duke thought Toxic answer was a little too rehearsed. He looked over at Toxic. “That’s it. You hate yourself! That is why you do all those destructive things. You have no self-worth.”

Duke observation was a little too close to home for Toxic. “Duke, shut the fuck up. If I was a man, and I whored around, drank, swore, and pushed back at my stupid boss, I’d be a hero. But because I’m a woman… I have no self-worth?” Toxic shot back at him.

“You fucking hate yourself. I see it now. You really are a loser” Duke added.

Toxic was getting pissed off. She was about to yell at Duke, but she did not. She said nothing.

“Where are you going?” Duke asked as Toxic pulled into a park near the river. Toxic was glad Duke had found something else to complain about.

“Built to defend the river approach to Washington, DC, this is Fort Washington.” Toxic said. “Been here for almost 200 years.” She added.

“Why are we here?” Duke asked.

“This is our base of operations” Toxic answered. “It was a WAC base during WW2.” Toxic pointed as she pulled up to a brick building. “In great shape, defensible, and no-one will be watching this location.”

Duke got out and went inside the building. Toxic stayed outside. 10 minutes later Duke came out. “It is nice inside. Great choice” Duke told her.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Lady Jaye and Blowtorch

If Admiral Twain could be taken out then it could also mean that other senior officers were potential victims. Security was increased, leading to Lady Jaye and Blowtorch being added as part of the security detail around General Colton while he was at his office. To blend in, Blowtorch became a maintenance man while Lady Jaye worked as a secretary, that enabled her to go from office to office without being noticed and Blowtorch to be prowling the property.

Dial Tone and I

Under the guise of being a couple, Dial Tone and I rented a room across from the East German official. We had enough suitcases to last us a month, if we were legit tourists. Instead of clothes, we had recording equipment, bugs, and more. To help keep our cover, the equipment was built into the suitcases. All we had to do was close and lock the lids for if the maids came by.

The real trouble was, there was only a single Queen Sized bed for us to share. I thought we would have separate beds. But that's all we could get. I didn't mind so much as i had to remember our cover. Dial Tone didn't mind at all, she laid herself on the bed with a wide smile, feeling comfort.

I nodded, "Okay. We got everything set up. What do we do next?"

"Watch his movements," Dial Tone said as she continued to lay there, one hand lightly on her chest, the other reaching and cupping the back of her head. "The briefing said he has a weird night life, that being a high-end club called Red Velvet. I'm thinking that we use that-I go in as a party-goer, seduce him, and get him to take me back to his place. While we're doing our thing, you record it with the bugs I plant."

"You think that will work?" I asked.

Dial Tone smiled and waved a hand, "Trust me, I've done this MANY times before. Guys and girls fall for it every time." That made me pause, 'girls'? "Today he could go to the club. I'll get changed and we'll wait. When he leaves, I'll follow. You stay here. To keep our cover, I'll use taxis to transit."

She knew what she was doing, I wasn't going to question that. As a backup, though, I had a concealed and suppressed Walther pistol and if we thought our equipment was going to be captured, I had a couple of thermite grenades. They would set the whole half end of this hotel on fire along with it, but it would destroy the evidence.

"I'm gonna get ready" Dial Tone sat up, grabbed her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I gave the equipment one last look then sat on the bed. There was a TV but I wasn't interested in using it. Instead I was interested in what Scarlett was doing. Being paired with Blitzfire, I didn't know where they were going, a precaution should another team be comprised, they couldn't rat on the other teams. Still, I wonder.

Some time later, Dial Tone emerged from the bathroom looking almost entirely different than when she went in. She really dolled herself out, a thin black dress that we down to about her knees, hair down, blue eyes replaced with green contact lenses, nails polished, three-inch high heels, the centerpiece was the low cut top that showed her large cleavage of her melons. With no bra, her nipples were visible through the black fabric as small bumps. "How do I look?" she asked whilst slowly turning about.

"You look good" I replied honestly. "You'll have guys hounding you all night."

"That's the idea. I'm like that cartoon, Red Hot Riding Hood" she said with a wide smile. It was a Tex Avery cartoon, a wolf goes after Red Riding Hood who is an attractive singer. Then she sat beside me, hands on her lap. "So I wanted to ask, we have to keep the cover of being a couple. I know what we said before, if you want to have sex, I'm fine with it."

"Well...."

"I know. I know" Dial Tone held up a hand to stop me. "I know it sounds weird, us being partners for this mission. But think of it as maintaining the cover, and don't be afraid to do the little things; hand holding, kissing, little pinching and grabbing. If you want to do that, go for it."

"Okay. If you're fine with it" I hesitated in saying.

Giving me a long look, Dial Tone's wide widened, "Scarlett was right about you."
My head turned to her. "She said you had a big cock."

Cheeks blushing red, "Is that all she told you about me?"

"No" she shook her head lightly. "She said that you were nothing like Duke, who is a hound dog. She said that you were a rare kind of man, deeply committed. You know how she's right?"

"How's that?"

"The fact you haven't been staring at my tits this whole time" Dial Tone chuckled.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Lady Jaye and Blowtorch

General Colton’s G2 folks came with more information that was tying everything back to MARS industries. It looked like Destro and Baroness had ordered the attack. Lady Jaye and Blowtorch continued to act in their roles around General Colton office at the Pentagon. They would meet for lunch at “ground zero” (The open area in the middle of the pentagon) to compare notes.

Lady Jaye was eating her egg salad sandwich when she asked Blowtorch “Why is this call ground zero?”

“When the Russian target Washington DC, this is where the nuke will land.” Blowtorch explained to Lady Jaye.

“That is pretty grim humor.” She replied.

“See anything of interest today?” Blowtorch asked.

“Nope, what about you?” She asked.

“Nope” Blowtorch answered.

“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?” Lady Jaye inquired

“Sure” Blowtorch said.

“Any chance I can spend some time with you, when Toxic is not around? I mean you two are not exclusive, are you?” Lady asked.

“Ahh, actually we have not discussed any rules with regard to our relationship. But I’ll check with her, and get back with you” Blowtorch answered. His eyes looked over Lady Jaye body, now that he got the hint she wanted to “spend time with him”. He liked what he saw!

While Blowtorch was busy looking at Lady Jaye, a beautiful blonde Army Captain was also looking at Lady Jaye. The Enchantress was a master of disguise, and looked like an innocent Army Captain, not the ruthless killer she was.

“Blackout was wrong, Lady Jaye and most likely Doc are here to protect General Colton.” She thought to herself. She liked it when men were wrong. The fact that there were additional people protecting the General was not a problem. She actually like it. It would require her to kill more people, and she LOVED to kill people.

Toxic and Duke

“Fuck” Duke moaned as Toxic sucked on his cock. They had set up the command post, and tested all the communication systems. When everything was working, Toxic suggested they take a break. Duke had said no. Toxic sweetened the deal by adding she’d give him a blow job during the break. Duke agreed to a break.

Toxic licked and slurped her tongue around his cockhead. Duke grabbed his cock and pulled it from her mouth. He went on to hit her in the face with his cock. It was his male dominance move.

“You are such a whore” Duke said to Toxic.

Toxic swallowed his cock again. Duke rammed his cock in deeper. His cockhead smacked against the back of her throat. Toxic slid it back out about four inches, when Duke pushed forward again, and made her engulfed it again.

Toxic finally had to wrap one of her hands around the lower shaft to keep it still while she pleasured his cock. Soon she was jerking it hard into her mouth, using her other hand to cup his big heavy balls. She rubbed and massaged his cum filled sacks between her fingers while she kept pumping her mouth down as much of the length as she could fit.

Duke was groaning with pleasure; his hands were resting against the back of Toxic’s head. She could feel him trying to force her deeper onto his hard rod. She fucked her mouth on it with a hard fast pace, swallowing the pre-cum that showed up on her tongue.

Toxic knew she had a hungry sucking mouth. She loved giving blow jobs, even to assholes like Duke. Duke’s loud groans of pleasure, echoing in the empty office.

Toxic wanted to swallow his big load, to suck his gigantic cock off until he unloaded his spunk into her throat. Her wish came true as his cock blasted his seed into her hungry mouth. After he was done, she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“That was nice” She told him.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

"I better get going" Dial Tone said as she stood up and pulled at the sides of her dress to straighten it out. Slinging her small purse over her right shoulder, the woman ventured over to the door, pulled a coat and wide brimmed hat to conceal herself. Opening the door and looking back, Dial Tone smiled, "Don't wait up" giving a wink.

Left alone, I gave a peek out the window towards Wagner's apartment. Nothing. I could see his Cadillac car parked in front. Nothing was stirring at the man's apartment. Nothing yet. It was still early. Dial Tone had the bugs. They would be activated when she placed them in the right spots, then the machines would begin recordings.

Rolling onto the bed, I turned on the TV. Some news clips of Korea flashed then came the commercials. This went on for some time, until the sun went down and the stars came out. There was no contact with Dial Tone. Every fifteen or so minutes I would look out the window and find Wagner's car still parked in front. I thought being a spy would be action, women, and more action. Nope. Just hours upon hours of dullness. It's a wonder how many people don't go insane from the inactivity. The equipment was checked over one last time, just to keep myself busy. If I didn't do something I was going to get antsy and if I get antsy, bad things happen.

At around 8pm there came the turnover of an engine. Jumping to the window and parting the blinds, there was Mr. Wagner gently easing back out his parking spot. He turned onto the road and flashed by I got a glimpse of his attire, a light gray suit; Party Time.

Over at the Red Velvet, Dial Tone, or Natasha as she was calling herself, was able to get in despite not having an invitation, a simple look, whip of the hair to the head bouncer and she was in. The hard part wasn't the waiting for Wagner to show up, it was fending off the other guys in order to do her job. Her figure and dress was like blood in a ocean, the sharks came. Sitting at the bar beside the beefy bouncer fended them off.

Hour upon hour crawled by. Gosh, my thoughts wondered off to Scarlett, wondering where she was. Hope she was safe. We gave each other permission, so I wondered if she was going to town on her new partner, Blitzfire. Her hot breath, smoky voice, her warmth, I was missing that. Not sure if I was feeling lonely or horny at this moment.

For Natasha, it was neither. Sitting at the bar, her green eyes caught sight of the portly Mr. Wagner waddling up to the bar, slapping the top and asking for a gin-in-tonic. Pursing her lips, now was the time to lay on the charm. Easing away from the bar, she came around and sat beside the man, drawing a breath and thrusting out her chest, and like good bait, his eyes caught that and now she was reeling him in.

It was almost midnight when I saw Wagner pull back into his parking spot. He was eager, jumping out and running around to the passenger side and opening it to allow a dark figure to step out. They were laughing and walking arm in arm up to his place. Caught a glimpse of the figure, yep, it was Dial Tone. Now time to record.

The equipment was ready, fresh tape in the reels. Now had to wait for her to place the bugs and they would activate the equipment. Perhaps thirty minutes went by before the first recorder turned on. Plugging in a set of headphones, I was listening intently. It was a lot of muffled voices and then crunching or munching. Wasn't them eating, sounded like the bug turned on in her purse.

Another machine turned on, this time the bug for the phone. The first bug's signal came in clear now, Dial Tone whispered, "He's in the bathroom" then concealed it along with the others in his small apartment.

Wagner emerged from his bathroom, chuckles and some kissing-good. Everything was coming in clear. Perfect! Just one problem; everything they were saying was in German. Crap! I couldn't speak German other than a few phrases. It was just a guess on what they were saying based around their tone. Knowing Mr. Wagner, this was the first time he had a woman like Dial Tone, or Natasha, in the sack, and he was going to cut right to the good stuff, and knowing Natasha, she was going to keep teasing him. More talk in German then came a gasp and 'vas is das?' (What is that?) Uh-oh. Was she in danger? More talk in German then came grunts and groans. It wasn't Natasha it was Wagner, it sounded like he was constipated. Grunts, groans, Natasha saying some tender words, then cries and then-crying.

"What the hell is going on over there?" I asked myself.

It went on for about an hour, Wagner groaned and shuffling with crying, and repeat. After nearly two total hours I asked, "Is he...crying?" still listening through the headset. Gosh. Did he cum too quickly? That embarrassing.

As if consoling him, Natasha tenderly laid him out and, I think, tucked him into bed before leaving, I heard the door shut. Taking off the headset and going to the window, yep, she was leaving and hailing a taxi that would take her back to the club and then a second taxi back here. The machines would turn on and record anytime they picked up a certain level of sound, namely audible voices. Mission Accomplished.

Half an hour later Dial Tone returned. Stepping in and shutting the door, the look on her face was that of disgust and relief, leaning against its back face, letting out a long sigh. "How'd it go?" I asked while standing up from the table.

Turning her head towards me, the tired woman pursed her lips. "That..." voice low, "Was one of the worst things I've had to do on a mission," extending a single finger towards me. Sitting on the foot of the bed, she removed her shoes and rubbed her aching feet.

"What happened?" I asked once more. "Everything I heard was in German. I couldn't understand it."

"Ugh" rolling her soft eyes. "I'll spell it out for ya, the man is into some weird shit. You ever heard of pegging?" Before I could answer, she explained, "It's simple, he gave me a dildo and told me to fuck him with it."

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"Yeah" the woman scoffed, tossing her brown hair about and running both sets of fingers through it. "You heard right. I've done some kinky shit, but that right there was probably the strangest,” her face contorted in a look of utter disgust. To compound her problems, since their conversation was all in German, she had to listen to the recordings and translate them. "He was saying something about his mother and not having love in his life," Dial Tone shook her head. "It was pathetic. When he started to fade out, I got in some questions, I have to go back on those answers in the recordings."

"Then it was a success!" I clapped my hands.

"It was a success" Dial Tone agreed, pulling herself across the bed and resting her head against the headboard. "Here, why don't you come join me," patting the space to her right. I joined her, sitting up as well. "Now that we have some time, we need to talk about our 'relationship'. We're going to have to follow him in public. I don’t know how you and the others on your team did things, but for me-I tend to be casual. I’ve done OPS like this many times, sometimes with partners. During this mission we would have a ‘mutual agreement’, it basically outlines the rules of us as both operators and as a ‘couple’ for the sake of the mission. Since you’re going to be stuck with me,” Dial Tone chuckled, “I was hoping that you would set the rules. So, what kind of a couple would you like to be? I can be anything you'd like."

"Uh, well. Since you're experienced and said before you were comfortable, I wouldn't mind be a romantic couple" I said looking up at her faux green eyes.

Pursing her lips and smiling, Dial Tone, "That's good. That's what I was hoping to hear. Do you want to be a mature romantic or more of a young-love kind?"

"What's that?"

"Romantic is hand holding, roses and chocolates," she nodded. "Young love is being hands on all the time."

"Let's go with young love then" I chuckled.

"I was hoping you would" she agreed, then slid her right hand down my left arm, found my hand and held it. "When we're out and about, you can touch me, you know, hand holding and all that. Don't be afraid to sell it."

Giving her a reassuring hand squeeze, "Okay. I can do that. Let's work on our cover story."

"Okay"

"We're high school sweethearts, now we're going to college together. I'm going for a degree in accounting..."

Catching on, Dial Tone bit her lower lip, "Ah. I'm going in social science, sophomore years. How about I call you 'Keith'?"

"And you'll be Tiffany" I replied.

"Tiffany? I like that. It's a good name" she smirked. Her green eyes stared intently at me, leaning in until I could feel her chest against my army. "So tell me, Keith, my love..." her voice lowering in a sultry voice, "what do you like about our sex? Don't hold back."

"You're the best kisser..." I gasped as her palm continued to rub.

"Best kisser? I can be more than that," she smirked. "Come on, be dirty."

Drawing a deep breath, looking up at this busty, beautiful woman, we were not Dial Tone and Kidd, we were Keith and Tiffany, horny college lovers. My voice quivered, "You give the best blowjobs...."

"Mmmm. That's right, I do" Tiffany gasped, her mouth beside my ear. "You can't get enough of my hot lips."

"I can't," I replied, "And you even give them to me when I'm sleeping."

"Hehe. Mmmmm. Ya" gasping, inspired. "Keep going."

"You let me cum all over you..."

"Hehe. Well, not on this dress. It cost me $25!" Tiffany giggled. "But on the others, my love, you can. Mmmm. I want to make you happy."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Blitzfire and Scarlett

Blitzfire had straight blonde hair hanging over his handsome face. His amber eyes watched, as the gun shop owner went to the back of the shop looking for the specialize ammunition. Scarlett thought Blitzfire’s mustache made him look like some British explorer, or big game hunter. Blitzfire had used that, telling the shop owner he was getting ready for an African hunt and needed the bullets.

The shop owner returned from the back. “I sold my last box a few weeks ago. Great bullets, but I have trouble selling them. They are so expensive. So I never carry a large inventory” He explained.

“Any chance you know who bought them? I’ll pay them double, my trip is only a week from now.” Blitzfire said to the shop owner.

“Never seen him before. Paid in cash” The shop owner explained.

“It’s ok, thanks for looking” Blitzfire said. He and Scarlett walked out of the store and back to his car.

“There is our first lead!” Blitzfire told Scarlett. The bullets that killed VADM Twain were this expensive type. Blitzfire and Scarlett were trying get a pattern from the items the assassin bought. It had been Scarlett’s idea, but Blitzfire had been supportive.

Blitzfire had been a total professional and great partner with Scarlett. He was a huge change from Duke. He treated women as equals and focused on the mission, not fucking. He started the car and drove toward the next shops.

“Scarlett, I must say, you have a great reputation. You have pulled off some difficult missions” He complimented her.

“Thanks” Scarlett replied.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked her.

“Sure” Scarlett answered

“How is Toxic doing on your team?” Blitzfire asked.

“Why do you ask?” Scarlett said back.

“I was a Beach Jumper in WWII. Navy special forces. I met her briefly in 1949 at a class on rigging explosives. She was good. But there were lots of rumors about her. Unstable… risk taker, liked to piss off leadership… just to name a few.” Blitzfire said. “I’d think her and Duke were like fire and water”

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Doc and Cover Girl

Our all the pairs, this one was the most tense. It wasn't that they hated each other, quite the contrary. It was the experience of both that set them apart. Following the events of East Germany, Cover Girl remained quiet and pensive. Given Doc for this mission, she would often resort to just one-word answers, leaving Doc to come up with a plan.

Their mission was to watch the other senior officers of the Round Table. General Colton was the natural target but taking out a few senior officers of the Branches would be collateral. Plus, there was also a chance that one of them could be a mole. Admiral Twain made a lot of friends but also a lot of enemies in his time. Having him removed would allow other officers to take his place, or worse yet, remove enough support for GI JOE to having the program entirely shut down.

The plan was simple, all of the senior officers of the Round Table were going to be bugged and watched. In order to do so, Cover Girl had to infiltrate their offices, plant bugs while Doc listened.

Cover Girl needed a cover. For that she changed into some formal Army uniform and became Lt. Leslie Turner, an aide to General Fischer, a fictional officer. She would venture to all of their offices, issue out false documents, briefings and such and do whatever it takes to get the officers distracted long enough to plant the bugs. One alternative was to have Doc pose as a janitor and do it after hours, but these offices-ones of senior officers-only they had the key to, not even the janitors could enter them.

It was tricky for two reasons, getting into the office long enough to plant and also, Cover Girl was stubborn about doing anything sexual, including flirting. It stemmed from East Germany. Understanding this, Doc said she did not have to do anything of the sort. He would come up with something a little more aggressive. She was given pills containing magnesium hydroxide, liquid laxatives. "Put two pills into a pitcher of coffee or water, I guarantee you, within fifteen minutes they would be sprinting to the bathroom.

"You're evil" Cover Girl smirked for the first time.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Duke and Toxic

Duke turned on the communication equipment.

“Do you need help?” Toxic asked

“No” Duke replied, then he changed his answer “How about another blow job, while I call the teams?” He said.

“No…One blow job a day is my limit. I’m going out for a while, be back in a while” Toxic said.

Duke started laughing “One blow job… you meant 1 Hundred, right!”

“Bye Duke” Toxic said and walked out of the office. She drove up to Georgetown about 25 mins away to see her friend Armel Pope. Friend is a loose term, as she did not like him very much. However, she did like his big cock.

Pope was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth at that moment. She wrapped her lips tight around it and sucked. His big black cock disappeared completely into her mouth. Her tongue licking around the throbbing shaft and even came out and licked his balls. He loved it. Armel knew excellent cock suckers; and Toxic was one of the best. He had given her the nickname of “vacuum cleaner”!

His cock quivered in joy as Toxic felt his climax approaching. She added to his pleasure by licking at the sensitive spot just behind his cock head. She sucked on his mighty rod with a hunger. Then she felt Armel’s pleasure peaking… He erupted like a volcano in her mouth. His tip surged into her throat again and again, splatting red-hot jets of semen against the sides of her throat. She kept swallowing and sucking on his cock until he was completely drained.

Swallowing the last mouthful, Toxic got up from between his legs.

“MMMM, that was nice” She told him.

“My fuckin pleasure” Armel replied as he lay back and relaxed.

“Can you keep an eye on my place for another few month?” Toxic asked Armel as she got up and started to put her clothes back on.

“Sure” Armel said. “You are never there. You aught to rent it out?” He suggested

“I know, but then I would not have an excuse to come over here and blow you.” Toxic said with a smile.

“I aim to please” Armel said.

“Thanks” Toxic said and left his apartment.

In the shadows, was a parked car. Inside the car, Squealer watched Toxic leave the man’s apartment. Her plan to watch Armel Pope and wait for Toxic to show up worked. The intel was Toxic was never at her apartment, but this Armel Pope did stop by weekly. Squealer figured Toxic would look up Armel Pope, and she had been right.

Squealer had wanted to kill Toxic as soon as she saw her. But she held off. She had a better idea. As Toxic drove off, Squealer started her car and followed her.

She followed at a great distance, so as not to be noticed. Then she watched as Toxic’s car pulled into Fort Washington. Squealer continued straight, passing the old fort.

“I know where the GI Joes are staying” She giggled to herself. She headed back to the warehouse to report what she had learned.

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Tiffany and I

"Oh, god, Tiffany" I moaned loudly. "I want to fuck your ass!"

"Not tonight, my love" she whispered seductively into my ear, still put-off by what she had to do with Wagner. "I would love more than anything to feel you inside me, but not tonight." Her hand had slid over my crotch, opened the fly and pulled out my rod and was gingerly stroking the shaft and squeezing the sack.

I was disappointed in this but that didn't stop what we were doing. I guess you could call it roleplaying within a roleplay, or just a sincere way to get into character. "Let me play with your tits, babe" I gasped.

"You wanna play with them?" gasped Tiffany, pushing her chest towards me, "Go ahead, my love." Pulling down on the black fabric exposed her areolas and each received a kiss then a pinch that sent a shiver up her body. "Ah, yeah" moaning softly. "I love it when you play with them." They were incredibly large and soft, fun to play with that I pressed them against my face, making her smile. My right hand reached over and grabbed her ass and slapped it playfully. "Do that again" she gasped. I did so, a little bit harder and she jolted a bit. "Hehe. Mmmm I love that too."

"Do you like my cum?" panting.

"I love your cum" Tiffany's hot breath panted in my face. "Mmmmm. I wish you had been with me when I was in East Berlin" whispering.

"What happened there?" I gasped as she squeezed my sack hard.

Flicking her tongue at my lips, Tiffany whispered, "I was to seduce a Red Army general. Mmmmm. I was posing as a female Red Army officer and coax information out of him about....certain things. A real creep. I had to get him so drunk that he nearly passed out. Trying to get intel out of him was almost impossible as all he wanted was sex. I had to indulge him, but with his state I just faked it. I sat on the bed and just made some noises and he thought he was scoring until he finally passed out."

"Sounds familiar" I said in jest.

"Yeah. It does" Tiffany mused.

"Where would I fit in?" drawing a deep breath as her palm slid down my thigh and back up.

"I wish you were the general" she responded, grasping my member once again and stroking it slowly all the way to the tip and down.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah" she gasped. "You're better looking than him. Mmmm And with this cannon you got between your legs, my love. Mmmmm. You would have fucked me all night. Since you have a thing for uniforms, mmmm all the better that I would be a junior officer. Hehehe. Mmmmm I would feel your hot, thick, sticky cum shooting inside of me..." drawing a sharp breath of satisfaction. "Yeah..."

"Dropping my load inside your holes..." I gasped.

"Yeah..." Tiffany panted, pursing her lips and tenderly kissing my ear. "All my holes, sir."

"...and glazing your face..." gasping as her strokes slowed but grip tightened.

"And my chest...get your cum alllll over my medals.....all over my big tits....sir..."

"You're gonna get it" was her only warning. A flash of what happened before and she turned her body away, but still kept one hand on my shaft and out spewed a long, winding rope of thick white spunk. She followed its trajectory with her eyes as it arced through the air then came down and splattered against my covered stomach. One spurt then two, three, ending at nine. Batting her eyes several times, Tiffany smiled widely at the mess made on me. "My goodness, honey" she whispered. "You've been saving for me!"

Given a moment to calm down, I looked at Tiffany but saw only Dial Tone. "How is it you've only had two boyfriends if this is the way you do your thing?" meaning if she was this raunchy, why wouldn't she have been with more men?

Dial Tone bit her lower lip then looked away to think then looked back at me, hand still around my member. "I wish it were that easy. The guys I've met have mostly been jerks. They look at me and think I'm only good for sex. I'm sure that Scarlett's felt the same way. Not with you, I'm sure, but with others-like Duke." The mere mentioning of her name made her frown.

"He's not here" I said. "It's just us, Tiffany and Keith."

"Right" her smile returned. "Just us. Scarlett is a lucky woman to have found you."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm going to enjoy you before I have to give you back to her." That smile turned devilishly as she puckered her lips, leaned over and started to lick the spunk that had splattered onto my torso. When she was halfway through, she ordered me to stand up and follow her into the shower. We needed to get clean.

We were so preoccupied we didn't notice the recording machines being tripped as Wagner was on his phone talking to someone at a undisclosed location in the United States.

Elsewhere
Using the tip of his large knife to clean the tips of his fingers, Barnacle was propped up on a chair, his dirty shoes thrown over the armrest. Beside him, Crusher was sitting there, staring blankly. He was almost a statue. One could mistake him for one if they did not hear his heavy breathing.

They waited for Blackout to return from an errand. Waiting in this place was dull, the only company Barnacle had was the statue. Blackout returned with a determined look upon his face. "I got something for you two."

"Finally!" scoffed Barnacle, straightening himself in his seat. "What's the job, mate? Grocery errand? Kill a bloke? Bang a slut? Is it a slut?! Please, tell me it's a slut-with really big tits!" cupping his hands in front of his chest and a sick smile on his craggily face.

"No. It's not. But maybe things can happen" Blackout replied lowly.

"Eh. Whatever" Barnacle shrugged his shoulders. "Anything's better than sitting around here."

"We have a guy here that may be a liability," Blackout responded. Reaching into a bag he dropped a series of freshly made photographs.

"Who the bloody hell is this bloke?" growled Barnacle.

"Mr. Wagner" Blackout replied. "He's front man for MARS Industries, but he's also our banker. He's been funneling money for our operation," as noted by three large stacks of fresh $100 notes arrayed before him. "We think his nightlife has allowed him to be compromised. He's spending a large sum of not only his money, but MARS'S money for nightclubs and dates."

"Sounds like my kind of guy!" laughed the sailor.

"Enough jokes" Blackout sneered. "I want you and Crusher to follow him around for awhile. If you get enough proof that's he's been skimming funds and flapping his gums, end him."

"Why not just do it now?" asked Barnacle while waving his knife in front of him. "Simple. I go in, slit his throat. Done! Nice and easy."

"He's been a major asset to the company" Blackout said. "That's why we can't straight up kill him just yet. Baroness and Destro want proof of his transgressions before we act. If he is compromised, get him to talk about what he's blabbed about, then you can crush him."

"Great!" Barnacle rolled his eyes. "Let the statue over there have all the fun. If we're going to be watching him, what am I going to do with him?" pointing out Crusher. "He ain't exactly a ghost."

"Figure something out" Blackout replied. "But do your job" then slapped a stack of $100 notes against the sailor's chest.

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Enchantress, Squealer, and Blackout

“There are regular guards around the general 24/7” The Enchantress reported. “And I have seen undercover joes around him too. Lady Jaye, for sure, but I know Doc must be close by too. However, I have not seen him yet.”

“Is he always protected?” Blackout asked.

“Yes, except when he is taking a dump.” The Enchantress reported.

“A bomb in the toilet? He flushes… and Bang, he is dead?” Blackout suggested.

The Enchantress shook her head “no”. She never liked bombs, she preferred killing people up close, with a knife. But the second reason she said no, she explained to Blackout “Lady Jaye was talking to the janitor, they have that protected too.”

“What have you to report?” Blackout asked Squealer.

“I found the Joe’s little operation center. They are using Fort Washington. I have not found which building, but they are somewhere on that fort.” She reported.

“That is great news.” Blackout said, and then a smile appeared on his face. “Oh, I have an idea…” He said. “If we attack the Joe’s operation center, shoot it up a little or even if we just break into it… General Colton will leave his protection at the Pentagon and check out the crime scene. That is when we can strike.” Blackout said with a smile. “We’ll wait until Barnacle and Crusher get back, to plan it.” Blackout ordered.

Both The Enchantress and Squealer were not thinking about shooting the place up a little. They both wanted to kill some Joes. In Squealer case… her mind was focused on killing Toxic!

 

[guyloveshotstories]

Tiffany and I

We didn't do a whole lot of talking in the shower. Stripping down to nothing the both of us went in and spent a long time in there, gently washing each other down. Leaning her back against me, my fingers massaged her scalp then she rubbed my shoulders. I would have very much liked to have done it in there, but we didn't as we quickly went through our share of the hot water.

Drying off and getting dressed, I checked the recorders, a little red light was one indicating a recent recording. Rewinding the reel and playing it back, Wagner was on the phone with someone who did not say his name, it was a foreign accent, sounded German. He wanted to meet with Wagner at the park tomorrow at noon to discuss a 'deal'. What deal it was, we did not know. It could be an exchange for money. That meant we had to put on our personas and follow him to find out.

Armed with this, Tiffany and I climbed into bed. Laying side by side we brainstormed our next plan. She suggested, "We watch this exchange and follow him. If we don’t get enough there, then we’ll do something a little more drastic. From what I understand about Wagner, he's going back to that club tomorrow evening. I suggest that we go and meet him there as well."

That got me to thinking, Wagner is addicted to sex and he's lonely. He won't reject a woman that hits on him. "How about we pose as a married couple that has an open relationship?" I suggested. "We go to the club and tell him that I like to watch."

"I like it" Tiffany nodded with a thin smile. "We get him seduced and I can give him an injection of sodium pentothal. Under that we can interrogate him, find out what's going on with this ‘deal’. He'll wake up and think he had a good time. We’ll be long gone. I think I have a longhaired black wig in my suitcase."

"That would also mean you would be ‘doing it’ with him" I pointed out.

Shrugging her shoulders, "Eh. Maybe. If I have to, then I'll do it. Who knows, maybe he also bats for both sides" she waggled her eyebrows at me. That put me off for the moment, then I thought, if it was for the good of the mission then I had to at least fake it. If she was committed to it, I should be as well.

"It's strange though" I said, hopefully changing the subject. "You said you only had two boyfriends but you're acting quite well, you're horny as a rabbit."

“Heh. Yeah,” smirking and brushing her brown hair aside. “This job allows me to be what I wanted to be, or what I wanted to try to be. Cover Girl, bless her, helped me shake off some of my doubt. Being ‘Tiffany’ or a ‘red army officer’, it’s a roleplay, an exciting one being both a spy and be someone else-someone dangerous, someone sexy, someone desired. When the mission’s over, I go back to being Jill, meek, little Jill."

“When this is over, I’m sure that you can continue roleplaying,” speaking with a mixture of jest and seriousness. She seemed committed to her job in the spy world. If she remained this way she would be a valuable asset to the country.

Raising a hand, she batted the subject aside, “Let’s not talk to more of that, my love. We should not be distracted. Tomorrow we’ll follow Wagner, find out who this partner is. Then we follow him to the club and we’ll question him there.”

Her words ‘my love’ told me she was now back to being Tiffany and I Keith. We were a loving couple, real handsy. My last hope before I stopped being Kidd was that Scarlett was safe and enjoying herself. We turned on the room’s television that would lull us into sleep as we turned out the lights. Our only illumination came from the glow of the TV as the black and white footage of some news came on. Glancing over at Tiffany as she lay on top of the blankets under a warm day, she glanced at me and smiled then went back to watching. Looking at her chest, rising and falling slowly, covered in a simple gray t-shirt and black shorts. Stretching her arms above her head to work on the muscles, her right hand fell to my shoulders before the fingers combed through the back of my hair that sent a hair-raising chill up my body. See me squirm a bit, Tiffany chuckled.


My eyes felt heavy. Don't remember what time it was but I could feel the specter of slumber taking over that it was futile to fight it. Sliding myself under the covers, there was a thought that brought me back up. "Just a quick question" dropping the facade. "What would you like for me to call you as endearment?"

"Whatever you'd like, my love" she replied softly.

I didn't want to use common ones, like 'sweetie' 'my dear' or 'honey' or the lot. Sounded cliche. 'My love' was being reserved for Scarlett, as well as my life. That was it! "My flower".

Amused, Tiffany leaned in, "Mmm That's sweet. Ya. I like that. 'My flower'. It feels like tender love and care that brings out the best in me, my love."

"It's you that bring out the best in me, my flower" I looked up at her. "Your bright blue eyes are like a light in the darkness. I'm fascinated by them. Staring into them I can get lost in them."

Red faced, she looked away and fanned herself with one hand, surprised. "My love" she chuckled looking back, "If you keep that up-you may just wake up to a blowjob."