"Paige" (inspired by the FX tv series "The Americans")

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige in his kitchen and Kitty in his shower:

"I think she was asking me, not you!" Paige said.

She was referring to when the other woman in the apartment had offered to share a shower with one or both of them. Connor had enjoyed the wonders of each of these beautiful women's bodies separately. His mind couldn't help but picture the two of them together. It couldn't help but imagine all three of them together. He knew it wasn't what he should be fantasizing at this moment. But c'mon, what man's brain wouldn't go there?

"Don't worry about it, Nick," Paige told him. Her tone was softer and far calmer than her first reaction to finding a barely dressed beauty standing in his bedroom doorway. "You and I ... we aren't, you know ... anything."

Nick didn't like the sound of that! He'd really thought that he and Paige had something special. Of course, if that had been true, he wouldn't have ended up in the backseat of his car getting his cock sucked by Kitty. He wouldn't have brought her home for even more sexual adventures. He wouldn't have kept her here for breakfast, a movie, and even more sex.

Why had he done that? The answer to that was pretty obvious: Kitty was beautiful and willing, and Nick was a man who thought with his little head. Fuck, why'd you do that? Nick was being hard on himself for one obvious reason: Kitty was just a roll in the sack, while Paige was a potential long-term lover and girlfriend. Or had been, anyway.

"I mean ... We aren't exclusive," Paige told him. "You can do what you want." She paused, then with some of her original angry tone clarified, "You can do who you want."

Nick couldn't help but see the blush that suddenly filled Paige's face. He couldn't understand the reason behind the reaction. He couldn't know that she was feeling guilt. Paige had another lover. She was feeling guilt for her hypocrisy.

Nick, however, thought it was only a manifestation of her anger of him cheating on her. She'd been right when she said that they weren't exclusive. Still, Nick felt as though he'd betrayed her. They had been getting closer with each encounter. They'd enjoyed a wonderful night of satisfying sex. And then he'd put his cock inside a club girl.

"Thank you for this," Paige said. of what she was saying. She waggled the passport before her. She headed for the door. "You've saved my life, really!"

"Wait!" Nick said with a slight tone of desperation. He hurried to catch up with her. He stopped between her and the door. Looking into her face, Nick was lost. He hadn't realized how much he'd like her until now. Until he was about to lose her. He drew a breath, began to speak, couldn't, and glanced away. Looking back, Nick said the only thing he could. "I'm sorry."

He hoped the conversation would continue. He hoped there was something to say that would fix all of this. But his mind couldn't come up with the words. If Paige had more to say, Nick was ready to talk. If she didn't, well, he would step aside.

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman out on the town:

Denise was excited to see Renee enter the lounge. She stood from her bar stool, waving past the thick crowd. "Over here!"

When the Bureau trainee arrived, Denise wrapped her arms around her, squeezing. It wasn't the greeting one might expect from a work acquaintance. It was more of an old friend or long lost relative greeting. But Denise didn't get out that much. And it was exciting for her to do so with someone like Renee.

They took their seats, and Denise glanced about them. She leaned in to say, "It's crowded. Can you believe this? I almost didn't find two stools together. A weeknight, really?"

She gestured for the bartender's attention. Gesturing to her own glass, she said, "Another one for me, and the same for my girl here."

She didn't bother to ask Renee if she was a whiskey drinker. Denise looked around herself again. She was all smiles. Her attention set on a man three stools down. Leaning in again, she asked Renee, "Whaddaya think of that guy. Couldn't you just eat him up?"

She laughed loudly. It was probably pretty obvious that she'd beat Renee to the bar by at least two or three shots. Their drinks arrived. Denise held hers out for a toast. When Renee lifted her own glass, the trainer clinked them together. She said, "To good times, to good women--"

Glancing to the man three stools down again, Denise laughed again. She finished, "--to good men."

She drained her shot glass with obvious practice. Another laugh followed. The bartender returned, telling Denise, "Your table is ready."

She became even more excited. Hopping up, Denise exclaimed, "Perfect! C'mon."

She took Renee by the hand and led her the direction the bartender was heading. They arrived at a small table along the wall. The bartender already had two fresh drinks waiting there for them. Denise told the man, "Calamari. A double order." To Renee she said, "They have the best in town, believe it or not. I could eat them here all day long."

Denise once again scanned the lounge. She looked like a woman on the hunt. She toasted with Renee and drained yet another shot glass. Leaning in close, she asked bluntly, "Do you run around on your husband?"

She again looked away, this time to a pair of men sitting a couple of tables away. To Renee, she said, "I ask, because if you want to get some strange tonight, this is the place." She laughed again. Denise wasn't feeling any pain.

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman with Denise Taylor out on the town:

"Whaddaya think of that guy,” Denise asked Renee. “Couldn't you just eat him up?"

Renee looked at the indicated man, just as he looked and smiled at her. She didn't return the smile; Renee didn't want to encourage him. Denise continued drinking and scoping out men as if it was her first time out on the town.

Renee didn't blame the woman for wanting to get drunk and laid; she'd done the latter already today, and was now eager to do the former. Denise surprised her greatly, though, by asking, "Do you run around on your husband?"

“No!” Renee responded without hesitation. “My God, no! We've been married less than a year. Why would you think that?”

"I ask, because if you want to get some strange tonight,” Denise answered suggestively, “this is the place."

Denise laughed again. Renee could see that the woman was far more intoxicated than she'd first noticed. Renee wasn't much of a fan of drunks; her family had had more than its share of heavy drinkers, and a fair share of them had been abusers when full to the gills with alcohol … or even when they weren't, sometimes. It was the reason she'd looked for a way to get away from her family when she was still in her early teens.

On the other hand, a sober person could often gain things she normally wouldn't get by befriending and/or caring for a drunk. This wouldn't continue if you were swinging a dick ‘tween your legs Renee thought to herself. Her thought on the topic continued with, Or weren't a person who could help me advance in the Bureau.

“No, I'm not looking to get laid, Denise,” Renee said. “I'm very happy with my husband. But, if you're looking for some, don't let me stop you.”

They laughed together, and Renee even joined Denise in her ogling. She pointed out a few men she thought she’d fuck if she weren't chained down, as well as nixing a few others that Denise contemplated but whom Renee thought might be a mistake for one reason or another.

They drank, laughed, told stories, and ogled butts as they passed by for almost two hours. They were sent drinks by three different pairs of men and once by a lone man who must have thought they were ripe for a threesome. Renee had the waitress thank the men and tell them that, reluctantly, tonight wasn't a night for hookups. To the longer, Renee”s message had been You couldn't handle ONE of us, let alone both.

When Denise was intoxicated enough that she thought she could take advantage of the HR Administrator, Renee began asking questions about getting a jump on promotion to better jobs in the Bureau.

“My husband is an Agent in Counterintelligence, you know,” Renee reminded Denise. “I wanted to be trained as an agent, too, but that was going to happen. Human Resources is a good place to start, but I'd like to ultimately be part of Investigations or Intelligence. Any advice?”

 

[Alice2015]

Paige with Nick and Kitty in his shower:

"Wait!" Nick called out from behind Paige as she was heading for the apartment's exit.

She could have reached the door and had it open before he cut her off, but she slowed; deep inside, Paige wasn't ready for this relationship to end. She would wonder later whether that was because she needed to keep Nick as her documents forger/supplier or wanted to keep him as her lover.

He was nervous and initially unable to speak once he was between Paige and the door, and when words finally exited his mouth, they were only a short apology: "I'm sorry."

She studied him for a moment and believed that he was being sincere. Paige smiled weakly to him, stepped closer, took his face in her hands, and pressed her lips softly to his for a short but intimate kiss. When she pulled back, she licked her lips, smiled wider, chuckled softly, and told him, "I can taste her on you."

Stepping around him to take hold of the handle, Paige said, "We'll see each other again soon, Nick." She gave him one last smile, glanced toward the bedroom door, then looked back to him. "She's incredible, Nick. I'd get in there right now before she thinks you've chosen me over her."

And with that, Paige headed out, not interested in having this drag on any longer than it already had. Downstairs, she did her normal surveillance of the foyer, steps, and road, then headed for her car which -- also as normal -- was parked just over a block away. Paige found her mind's eye full of Nick, of Kitty, of the two of them together; she wondered what positions they'd enjoyed, how many orgasms the slut had blessed her lover with.

Before she realized where she was going, Paige was almost to Connor's house. She pulled over to the curb, recalled what had just taken place, fought off crying, then pulled out and continued onward; she needed to get fucked, and as Nick was already claimed for this time, Connor was naturally the man for the job.

Unfortunately, the other Illegal who Paige knew in town was nowhere to be found; Paige checked his apartment, then three different regular haunts of his, finding no sign of him at all. She ended up back in the garage her parents had arranged entirely on their own; they had hid it from the Center to ensure that they'd had at least one place of which Directorate S was unaware, and because they'd rented it in a different fashion than they had the other garages, the FBI hadn't located it during their search for the Jennings two weeks ago.

Paige knew that her luck in avoiding capture could run out at any moment. She was so very, very alone out here: no parents, no Handler, no friends she could visit without the FBI discovering her, and no certainty that if she turned to the Center that she would be welcomed.

She contemplated hitting the nearest bar or dance club and picking up some horny young man who'd take her to his home or to some local motel. In the end, though, she broke out one of the cots, layered it with several blankets to ward off the December cold, and curled up tight. She tried not to think about her current situation, yet before she could fall asleep, Paige was sobbing softly and wondering again how all of this had happened to her.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor in New Jersey:

"What's she into...?" Connor asked about his imminent target, Emily Mathers. "I mean, sexually. Is there anything she likes, wants, or needs that I need to concentrate on? Or avoid?"

Anna smirked a bit but said nothing, instead taking a long moment to sip at her coffee, nibble at her pastry, and repeat. Eventually, she only answered with, "Whatever she likes, wants, needs ... or avoids ... is up to her. She's the customer, and the customer's always right ... right?"

She turned to sit in her seat properly, slinging the seatbelt into place as she said, "Let's get to the room. I need to make some calls, and you need a nap." Playfully, she added, "We want you bright-eyed and bushy tailed tonight."

At the motel, Anna revealed that she already had the keycard and led him straight to the second-floor room. Inside, the closet that in any other circumstances would have been empty, save for maybe an iron and board, were filled with men's clothing. "I think we have you covered for sizes," Anna told Connor. "Find what fits you and set it aside. You can shower if you want. I'll be outside making those calls."

If Connor had nothing about which he needed to speak, Anna would leave him to do what he needed.

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee Beeman getting drunk:

“No!” Renee responded when asked if she cheated on her husband. “My God, no! We've been married less than a year. Why would you think that?”

Denise barely even registered what her drinking partner was saying. She was looking past Renee toward a pair of men. They were scoping out her and Renee as well. In fact, the pair of men would send the pair of women drinks a few minutes later. To Denise's despair, Renee would tell the waitress to politely tell the men thanks but no thanks or something to that effect.

They continued drinking, talking, and eying the delicious men surrounding them. The gender ratio in the lounge on this weeknight was three to one male to female. Denise liked that. She came here at least once a week. Usually, it was two or three times. And most of those nights, she hooked up with one of the guys. She liked sex.

But she was enjoying Renee's company too much to end their conversation so early to leave with some strange. The trainee even told Denise she could accept more from one of their admirers than just a drink. Denise passed. This was too much fun. Maybe after, she told herself.

They started talking work at some point during their drinking. Denise didn't mind shop talk. It wasn't her favorite topic while getting sloshed in a man-filled bar. But she loved her work, so she went along with it.

“My husband is an Agent in Counterintelligence, you know,” Renee said.

"I know," Denise answered with excitement. "Great job! So much out there..."

She'd been trying to say something to the effect of It's a great job to have with the Bureau. There's so much going on out there in the world, espionage-wise. But Great job! So much out there was how it came out after, what, seven, eight, ten drinks?

“I wanted to be trained as an agent, too," Renee continued, "but that was going to happen."

"That's cause you're old!" Denise responded with a laugh. "Too old!"

Again, her drunk response didn't come out as it would have pre-drinks. She was trying to tell Renee the same thing Stan had told her. Renee was a few years past the arbitrary age the Bureau had set for the training of new Field Agents. The agency didn't want to spend time and money on training for an agent who might already be past their prime. There were other reasons, too. Statistics showed that the older one got, the more baggage they brought with them. And baggage could lead to older Agents being more easily compromised.

Renee continued, "Human Resources is a good place to start--"

"Great place to start," Denise cut in. She lifted her glass again as if to toast. Realizing it was again empty, she waved over the waitress. "I've been in HR for over 20 years. Started as a typist." She imitated typing on the table as she sing-songed, "Tip, tap, tip, tap, all day long."

Renee did her best to keep the conversation going her direction, "...but I'd like to ultimately be part of Investigations or Intelligence. Any advice?”

"Learn to type," Denise said. She laughed loudly. She was tanked.

The waitress arrived with two more drinks. Denise raised hers toward Renee, wanting to clink them together. She drained it without even noticing that it was mostly mixer and very little alcohol. The waitress was weaning her off without having to say she'd been cut off.

"Stick with me, babe," Denise told Renee. "You get through training, and ... I'll ... fix you up. You ... can count on me."

Denise was telling the other woman exactly what she wanted to hear. The question tomorrow would be whether or not Denise could remember any of it.

Just then a pair of nice-looking men in nice-looking suits stepped up close. One, a tall, fit, fair-skinned blonde man looked to be in his mid-40s, maybe older. The other, a shorter but more muscular black man with a shaved head was likely a bit younger. The latter one smiled politely to Renee as the former said, "You ladies look like you're having a fun night. Would be we intruding if we asked to join you?"

"No, no!" Denise answered without hesitation. She grasped at the blonde's arm sleeve as if fearing he might already begin his departure. She looked around herself for a place for them to sit. There was none, of course. She and Renee were sitting at a table with only two chairs. She waggled fingers toward other tables. "Pull up a chair! My friend and I would love some company."

The two didn't seem to care whether or not the second woman wanted company. They each found available chairs and pulled them over. The blonde gestured to the waitress, who headed their way. He reached out a hand to Denise. "James. James Callow. And this is my coworker, Terrance Washington."

"Terry," the man said, offering his hand toward Renee. He couldn't help but glance down into Renee's cleavage, smiling with delight. Looking back to her eyes, he said, "Nice to meet you." He leaned in closer, speaking softer, "You look incredible, by the way."

The waitress arrived. She immediately but politely reported, "I'm very sorry, but she's done." The woman nodded toward Denise. Then, to Renee, she asked with concern, "You can get her home okay?"

Before Renee could respond, James offered, "We have a suite upstairs. We're not actually using it. Terry here lives in DC, just a mile away. We were going to stay here on the company dime, but if you'd like to use the room, the two of us can head back to--"

Denise looked up at the waitress, declaring, "We're good, thanks." She was already trying to get up out of her chair. "James here, and Terrance ... they'll take care of us, right Renny." She laughed at her mispronunciation of her drinking partner's name. "Sorry! Renee ... Renee."

She and both men were standing by now. James was helping steady Denise with an arm around her waist. Terry offered out a hand gentlemanly to Renee. He said in what he hoped would sound sincere, "No funny business. You can take our room, and we'll head for my home."

It would have been more convincing if he wasn't taking another long look at Renee's impressive, boosted C-cups.

James and Denise had already turned for the lounge's exit. She had slipped an arm around his waist, too.

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Paige and Kitty:

Nick was thrilled when Paige kissed him on the lips. Maybe this wasn't over yet. Maybe this wouldn't be the last time he'd see her.

Then Paige licked her own lips, smiled, chuckled, and said about the other woman in the apartment, "I can taste her on you."

Nick's heart skipped a beat at the statement. Paige hadn't said it with anger or fury. Still, it struck like a knife in the chest. He felt like such a fool.

Paige stepped around him and opened the door. "We'll see each other again soon, Nick."

Nick's immediate thought was As business associates or lovers?

Paige smiled to him again, then looked Kitty's direction. "She's incredible, Nick. I'd get in there right now before she thinks you've chosen me over her."

She headed away. Nick stepped out into the hallway to watch Paige's departure. Softly, maybe heard or maybe not, he murmured, "I choose you, Paige. I do."

She didn't react in anyway, though. She disappeared from Nick's view. He stepped back inside, closing the door. He heard the shower curtain rings jiggle as Kitty finished up. No shower with the incredible goddess for you, asshole, he thought.

Heading back to the kitchen, Nick poured a cup of coffee. He drank it while leaning against the counter. He could see Kitty through the opened bedroom door. She was incredible. Paige was right about that. Normally, Nick's cock would have hardened at such a sight. Yet it stayed flaccid despite both the view and memory of what he and Kitty had done to, for, and with one another over the last twelve hours or so.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna in New Jersey:

Anna's smirked at his question about Emily Mather's sexual likes and dislikes intrigued Connor. It seemed obvious that she knew something that she should be sharing. But she only answered with, "Whatever she likes, wants, needs ... or avoids ... is up to her. She's the customer, and the customer's always right ... right?"

"Yeah, that's what they say," he responded with a sarcastic tone, "right up until the point that I call Customer Care, sit on hold for an hour, get told my warranty doesn't cover parts, and that it's my own fault that I can't understand the Team Member's foreign language enough to get my point across."

The irony of complaining about language barriers wasn't lost on Connor. His first language had been Russian, of course. But his father had done business with Americans, so Connor had been taught some English as a child. When the State took an interest in him, they began his in-depth training in English, alongside American culture.

Over the past decade, Connor had spoken his childhood language maybe two dozen times. And when he did, it was seldom more than a dozen words at a time. He spoke Russian so little anymore that he'd been unable to understand it the last time he'd heard it. A former-Muscovite cab driver was ranting at him during a road rage incident near Dupont Circle. All Connor could do was stare at the man. His silence hadn't come because, obviously, he wasn't supposed to speak the language in public. It came because only after he'd left and calmed down did Connor even recall most of the words the man had spat at him.

"Let's get to the room," Anna told him. They drove off to the nearby motel. Anna already had keys. Inside, Connor was surprised to find a closet full of clothing meant for him. Anna told him, "I think we have you covered for sizes."

She headed outside to make some calls. Connor picked through the wardrobe, intrigued. The clothes were expensive. Not billionaire's walk-in closet expensive. But more than he had ever spent on clothing. He picked out a suit, shirt, tie, and shoes. Everything fit perfectly.

Connor stripped out of them until he was in his boxer-briefs. He headed for the bathroom, just as Anna returned to the room. He stopped, turning until he was in profile to her. His cock was at half mast, making the bulge in his crotch apparent, perhaps even obvious. He smiled just a tad, asking, "Get you calls in?"

If Anna had nothing to speak with him about, Connor would step into the bathroom to shower...

 

[Alice2015]

Kitty with Nick at his place:

Exiting the shower and standing on a thick, soft bath matt to begin drying off, Kitty caught sight of Nick through the open bedroom doorway as he made his way hurriedly to his kitchen; she noted the obvious absence of the other woman who'd claimed to be Nick's cousin but, most certainly, had been or still was his lover. Kitty wasn't nearly as bothered by the man's two-timing as Mary obviously had been. But then, while Kitty might be Nick's sex partner -- now and maybe again later -- she certainly wasn't his girlfriend.

She slipped back into the slinky dancing dress she'd been wearing when she'd first met Nick, went to his car to fuck, and ultimately came home with him to do just about everything under the sun. Could you say 'under the sun' if it was actually night time? she wondered. Stepping into her tall heels and snatching up the bag that held all else that she'd brought with her, Kitty returned to stand with the man again, pushing up against him as she pressed her lips to his for a soft kiss that slowly built into an erotic one.

"I'm sorry that happened," she said with a sincere tone, clarifying, "Your girlfriend finding us together like that."

Kitty was, actually, being sincere; she hadn't meant to screw up Nick's sex life with another woman. She took his coffee mug to the coffee pot, filling it and a second one, then returning his to him. She added cream to her drink to cool it down, sipped at it carefully, then turned to the reason that Kirk had been so quick to introduce her to Nick and suggest they dance.

"So, you have some tickets for me," she reminded him.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor in a New Jersey motel:

Finishing her calls and texts -- only some of which were related to the mission ahead -- Anna returned to the room to find Connor standing in the bathroom in profile, stripped down to his boxer-briefs. He smiled to her, asking, "Get you calls in?"

She didn't answer but instead took a moment to look his body over well, particularly the bulge in the front of his underwear. Anna smirked a bit, knowing that Connor was testing her, to see if she would go to him and engage with him sexually. He was a very good-looking man -- handsome, fit, seemingly well-endowed and showing himself to be more so as the seconds passed -- and Anna had no doubt that if she did go to him, he would strip her from her clothes as well, maybe to take her into and then take her in the shower.

Anna did head Connor's direction, slowly but purposefully, stopping between him and the shower and turning to face him directly. She paused a moment, then looked down his front. By now, his cock seemed to be at or nearly at full attention; the front of his boxer-briefs pushed out away from his belly, the bulbous head of his cock nearly popping out to her to see.

She reached to those underwear, pulled them forward and down to let his erection pop out, then pushed the briefs down to midthigh. Taking hold of Connor's cock and looking down at it again, she moved it left, then right as her head tilted the opposite directions to fully take in the view. Then, releasing her soft hold and looking back into Connor's eyes, Anna smirked again and said, "I think Emily Mathers will like what she sees. I know I do."

Turning to head out again, Anna ordered, "Beat off in the shower. Once at least, maybe twice. You'll perform better for her if you've recently suffered orgasms."

She swung the door behind her as she left the bathroom, smiling wide as she wondered what Connor was thinking. of her.

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman with Denise Taylor at a lounge:

"That's cause you're old!" Denise said when Renee told her that she'd wanted to be trained as an agent, like her husband. "Too old!"

Renee felt a bit offended at the woman's comment; no woman liked to be told she was too old to do anything. Denise was absolutely correct, of course, but only because the FBI had assigned an arbitrary age limit to Bureau Agent training, a number Renee had already surpassed.

"Stick with me, babe," Denise told Renee as they talked about Renee's desire for advancement and/or transfer to investigations, intelligence, or some related department. "You get through training, and ... I'll ... fix you up. You ... can count on me."

A pair of men approached the table and made contact, and in less than two minutes had moved the encounter from introductions to departure for a hotel room. Renee knew that she couldn't simply abandon her drunk coworker, but she also knew she wasn't going upstairs to have sex, like she was sure Denise had already decided was going to happen.

"Terry, listen," Renee said to the handsome black man who likely thought she was going to be getting naked with him. She watched the other pair as they headed away in some haste, then continued, "Listen, I'm married, and I'm not ... you're not ... what I'm trying to say is--"

"I'm not going to get lucky," Terry filled in. He could see in Renee's face that that was exactly what she was trying to get out. He laughed, saying, "Don't worry about it." He glanced at her hand, saying, "I saw the ring, so I knew odds were we were barking up the wrong tree."

"Well, you aren't both only barking," Renee said as she turned the man to follow behind the other two. "Listen, my friend there ... she's drunk, and I really can't just leave her with your friend."

"Why not?" Terry asked. "I mean, she's a grown up, right? She came here looking for some fun, right?"

"I believe her exact words were get some strange," Renee recapped. She laughed, disbelieving that she'd actually used that phrase. The two of them departed the lounge, finding the other pair standing in front of the elevator, already making out and clutching each other's bodies. "I just--"

"How about this," Terry suggested. "We all go up to the room ... and ... we let them take the bedroom -- it's a suite, in case we didn't tell you that." The way he'd described the room was meant to make them sound more impressive than two bar hopping men with a double queen motel room. "You and I, we'll hang out in the other room ... talk ... maybe share a bottle of wine or champagne ... and let our friends have their fun."

Renee wasn't comfortable with this idea in the least; she'd never partaken of a foursome or of swapping or even of having sex in the same vicinity as another couple doing the same. This wasn't any of those things, of course; James had said nothing would happen between the two of them. But men couldn't be trusted with situations like this as it was usually their big head that was formulating the plans but their little heads that were ultimately in charge of execution.

"My husband's an Agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Renee found herself saying. She looked to Terry and found him seemingly impressed but not at all concerned. She wondered Is that because he doesn't believe me or because he seriously intends no harm ... or because he thinks they can get away with whatever they are planning? Renee explained the reason for this statement with, "So, if anything negative ... or violent ... were to happen to either me or my friend--"

"Nothing's going to happen ... Renee, right?" James promised, even raising his extended fingers and adding, "Scout's promise." He stopped her short of the elevator, telling his friend, "James, hold the elevator! Don't go up without us, okay?"

The other man waved his acknowledgment, then returned to his PDA with the HR Administrator. Terry pulled out his wallet, withdrew his driver's license, handed it to Renee, and said, "Take a picture of it with your phone. Or hell, keep it until we part ways, I don't care." He chuckled, continuing, "Seriously, Renee, we mean you no harm. James is a horny bastard, but he's a nice guy. And I won't touch you unless you ask me to--"

Terry took Renee's left hand in his, his fingertips toying with her wedding ring as he finished, "--which I don't think you're going to do ... which is fine."

He smiled down to her as he ever so slowly backed toward the elevator, tempting Renee to follow. She glanced toward Denise and the man who was now all over her ... and despite believing that this was a very bad idea, did indeed follow the man toward and into the elevator.

(OOC: I did some "god moding" of Denise as you said I could, but I'm not going to take it any farther than that; I was feeding off what you had already posted. Your turn. )

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: This is the first post from Emily Mathers since her last one here.)

Emily Mathers, back in New York City:

The Gulfstream G550 that was available to Emily 24/7 during the WDC Illegals Investigation landed at LaGuardia at 6:11 pm; 11 minutes later, the helicopter that had been waiting there for her landed at the Pier 6 heliport; and the Towncar that had also been waiting as part of Emily's return was pulling up to her apartment in SoHo another mere 11 minutes after that. All in all, it wasn't a bad way to travel and most certainly was better than what John Candy and Steve Martin had endured in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.

"Good evening, Ms Mathers," the 2nd Shift Doorman greeted as he opened the car's door and offered Emily a hand. He knew she was with the FBI, but protocol called for him to not indicate such things in either greetings or conversation. As he walked her to the building's entrance, opening the door for her, he informed her, "Jeffrey has you mail at the front desk and fresh groceries in the pantry, which I will have brought up to you immediately."

"Thank you, Robert, I appreciate that," she said with a smile as she passed through the entry. As the man behind the desk stood and set two manila envelopes out before him, she specified, "Only the personal mail, please, Jeffrey."

"Yes, Ms Mathers," he said, pulling back the envelope that contained everything that had been separated as what Emily would have considered junk mail. "Gail will be up with your groceries in a jiffy."

"Thank you," she said, adding, "Send her with a keycard. I'll likely be in the shower."

"Yes, Ms Mathers."

There was almost always an elevator waiting on the lobby floor, meaning Emily didn't have to wait. She boarded it, pressed 22, and scanned the mail for anything of interest. By the time the bell rang, and the doors had again opened, she had already determined that most of the items in the envelope required no immediate attention at all.

She dropped the envelope on the entry table and dragged her wheeled suitcase with her directly to her bedroom's ensuite. She shed her jacket, tossed it aside, and took a look at herself in the mirror. Emily thought she looked as tired as she felt, which wasn't all that unusual considering she'd been averaging 5 hours of sleep for the last month and for the year before that maybe 6.

She stripped to her birthday suit and turned on the water in the shower to warm the room up. Donning a soft, cotton robe, she padded out to the kitchen for a bottle of wine in the fridge at the wet bar. She poured a couple of inches, drank down half of it, then made her way back to the bathroom. There, she fished her cell phone from her jacket pocket, dialed a number from memory -- it wasn't a number one wrote down or put in their phone's contacts list -- then waited for the call to connect.



Anna with Connor in New Jersey:

The cell phone atop the lamp table near her vibrated, startling Anna despite the fact that she had been expecting it to ring at any moment. She answered on the third buzz, greeting politely, "Good evening, Miss M. This is Anna. How can I help you?"

Just as the doorman at her apartment building hadn't referred to her as a member of the FBI, the escort service never referred to Emily by anything more detailed than Miss M. In her ear, Anna heard the government woman say, "I am in need of a driver tonight. Is Vincent available ... nine o'clock?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss M.," Anna responded with a sincere tone. Keeping with the escort service's cover as a Towncar service, she informed Emily, "Vincent is no longer with the company. I know he was a favorite driver of yours. Please accept my sincere apologies for the inconvenience."

Anna tried not to smile at the ridiculousness of describing Vincent's recent castration by a jealous husband as being an inconvenience. She continued, "However, if you were amenable to a substitution ... William is available this evening. He is new to the service yet well trained and highly skilled behind the wheel."

"Safe behind the wheel as well?" Emily asked, looking for a guarantee that this new escort was disease-free. One of the reasons she paid such a high fee for service was that she preferred not to use protection and, therefore, demanded drivers who weren't going to give her something she might end up fighting the rest of her life.

"Yes, he's safe, Miss M.," Anna responded, adding, "He was recertified again after his last assignment."

Anna was stretching the truth a bit, of course. Connor obviously hadn't been recertified as disease-free since his last assignment, because this was his first assignment. After they'd arrived in New Jersey, Anna had asked Connor two very blunt questions about his sexual history: "Do you always use condoms, and is there any chance you're a walking, talking cesspool of sexual infections?"

He'd answered yes to the first question, and I was tested a couple of months ago and was negative for the second. That had been enough for Anna. If Connor's cock was an HIV/Hepatitis/Gonorrhea shooting weapon of destruction, it was unlikely that Emily Mathers would learn of what he'd given her before her part in this mission had played out.

There was a long moment of silence, during which Anna feared that the client might pass on trying out someone she didn't know. Anna didn't have all the details of what had transpired between the FBI ASAC and Vincent before his unfortunate accident, but what she did know was that they had met, spent some time together -- sexual or not was unreported -- and that Emily had liked the man enough to want him again now.

"Can he be here at my home by 9 pm?" Emily asked.

Anna quickly looked to her watch, felt immediate relief, and answered, "I'll see to it, Miss M. Thank you for your business, and if for any reason you are dissatisfied with the service provided, be sure that we will do what's needed to assure your complete
satisfaction."

"Thank you," were Emily's final words before the call ended.

Anna set the cell aside, looked to Connor, and smiled. "You're on ... William."

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Kitty at his place:

(OOC: I hope I'm not overdoing the use of Kitty's picture. I just can't get enough of her. )

Kitty emerged from the bedroom dressed as she had been wearing when they'd first me at the dance club. Nick's cock twitched at the sight of her. The dress fit her like a second skin, showing every feminine detail. Nipples, wonderful curves, flattened stomach. When she turned to set her bag down, he ogled her tight ass and her long legs. She was one of the sexiest women he'd ever laid eyes upon, let alone laid.

"I'm sorry that happened," she said when she was coming to him. "Your girlfriend finding us together like that."

"She's not my girlfriend," Nick responded. He was about to repeat the bullshit about Paige being his cousin but didn't. Kitty was no idiot. And really, there was no need to continue that line. "She's just a friend. We..."

Nick didn't know how much explanation was really necessary. As it would turn out, explanation wasn't necessary. Kitty got right to business. "So, you have some tickets for me."

He didn't immediately catch her meaning. Then, "Oh! Right. The tickets."

Nick went to another one of his hidey-holes. He retrieved an envelope and returned to Kitty. He opened it, took out a concert ticket, and pointed a finger at the hologram off to one side. "This was a bitch to counterfeit, but I got a new machine that..."

Kitty didn't care, so Nick ended that line. "100 tickets, 20 for each of the shows. Now, they won't pass the scanner they use at the venue, but they will trick that new App they have for iPhone and Android. So, you'll be able to scalp them easy enough. They just won't get people through the door."

Nick offered the envelope out. He suddenly felt deeply depressed. He'd had an incredible night with Kitty. He wouldn't soon forget it. The only reasons she'd been with him, though, were these tickets. Kirk had hooked Kitty up with Nick for them. Originally, Nick was getting $5,000 for them. Kirk would be able to scalp them for two, five, even ten times that much.

But then Kitty had sucked Nick's dick. It had been incredible, like nothing a woman had ever done to him. And then she'd suggested that maybe he should take her home with him. That maybe he could do anything to her that he'd ever wanted to do with a woman. Of course, in exchange for the tickets.

Nick had given compensation for sex before, of course. He'd turned over cash money, what, three times? He'd created fake IDs a few times. He'd hacked into various computers to change, delete, or add records as desired by the women servicing him. But he'd never paid five grand for one night of sex.

It had been the best sex Nick had ever experienced in all his life. And yet somehow, all he could think of was that being caught with Kitty had likely cost him Paige. What the fuck's wrong with you? he quietly chastised himself. For reasons he couldn't fully explain, Nick was obsessed with the young redheaded beauty.

Actually, that wasn't true. He knew the source of his obsession with Paige. It was her youthful innocence. He'd seen it in her face, in her expressions, in her touch, in her reaction to the first orgasm he'd caused her. He hadn't thought she was a virgin at the time. But he'd been certain she was inexperienced. He'd like that. Most men did.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna (speaking to Emily Mathers):

Connor had done as directed while taking his shower. He'd rubbed one out in the shower and even tried for a second ejaculation. That wasn't happening, though. Fearing he might rub himself raw, he'd abandoned that quest. He'd imagined Anna with him, obviously. Naked, feet spread, facing away from him, back arched, and crying out in ecstasy as Nick pounded her hard.

He finished, donned his undergarments and a dress shirt, and joined Anna just as her cell phone rang. She answered, "Good evening, Miss M. This is Anna. How can I help you?"

Connor could only hear Anna's side of the conversation. He got the gist easily enough, though. Anna passed the escort service off as a car service. The escorts themselves were chauffeurs.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss M.," Anna continued, "Vincent is no longer with the company."

Connor cringed. Poor Vincent. Hearing what had happened to the now-dead escort had been hard. No man wanted to hear about any man getting his junk sliced off.

Anna continued, recommending a new driver. "...William is available this evening. He is new to the service yet well trained and highly skilled behind the wheel."

Behind the wheel, Connor mused. He reminisced his fantasy in the shower. Anna's hips would have been the wheel.

"Yes, he's safe, Miss M.," Anna responded to a question Connor couldn't hear. "He was recertified again after his last assignment."

Connor didn't instantly understand what the women were discussing. But this he recalled his conversation with Anna about his prior sexual practices. He'd honestly told her he'd always practiced been safe. Connor had done his best to avoid doctors since he came to America. The last thing he'd wanted was to be added to some STD transmission list because he'd caught something.

Anna finished her call. She looked to Connor and smiled. "You're on ... William."

He nodded. "When? Should I dress now?"

They were on the clock how. Connor donned the suit he'd picked out. He modeled himself for Anna, asking, "Good?"

He gathered his fake documents, and they were off.

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor with Renee Beeman and the two men who picked them up:

(OOC: And you did great with Denise in your post, Alice. No "god moding" complaints here at all.)

Denise was oblivious to the conversation taking place between Renee and Terry. Hell, she didn't even know whether the pair was following them. She was entirely committed to what was taking place between her and James. He was perfect. Tall, handsome, seemingly fit. And he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

The next time she even took notice of Renee was between her kisses with James at the elevator. She smiled to the other woman. She was delighted that Renee had foregone her vows to her husband and chosen strange instead. That was Denise's assumption, anyway.

As the doors opened, she reached out a hand to snatch one of Renee's. She pulled the other woman in with her. Denise actually had to use Renee to steady herself. The booze was beginning to seriously affect her. Through her intoxication, she asked, "Aren't these guys just delicious?"

James pressed the button for their floor as Denise fell back into his arms. The PDA between them continued.

 

[Alice2015]

Kitty with Nick at his place:

(OOC: I don't think anyone is going to mind the "overdoing" of the use of Kitty's picture. You're not the only one who enjoys seeing it. )

"She's not my girlfriend," Nick responded to Kitty's insinuation that Paige was -- or, until this afternoon, had been -- something other than his supposed cousin from Manhattan ... the one in New York.

Upon being reminded that their sexual encounter had been business as much as it been pleasure, Nick retrieved the spoken-of concert tickets, describing how hard they'd been to counterfeit and to what degree they would pass muster. Kitty moved up close to him, kissing him intimately on the cheek before whispering, "It's been great. Maybe we'll get together again sometime."

With her business done, Kitty headed for the door...

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman with Denise Taylor and the two men who picked them up:

"Aren't these guys just delicious?" Denise asked Renee as she pulled the Bureau trainee into the elevator.

"Yeah, they're great," Renee responded with an obvious lack of enthusiasm. Denise and James went right back to kissing and groping one another; it reminded Renee of high school, when she and her besties would make out with their respective boyfriends without concern for the lack of modesty. She looked to Terry again, finding him smirking at what the other pair were doing. Renee turned her back to the duo, stating more than asking her man softly, "You remember what you said."

"Of course," Terry said, adding, "And I meant it."

Renee was skeptical, and she knew that she should have either ended this farse down in the lounge or abandoned Denise and left her to her fate. But she'd never abandoned a friend in the past, and -- while the other woman was more of an acquaintance with whom she also worked -- she still felt a bit of responsibility for her.

 

[Alice2015]

Anna with Connor:

"When?" Connor asked after Anna told him he was on.

"You're expected at nine o'clock," She answered, glancing yet again at her watch and adding, "It's seven."

He asked, "Should I dress now?"

"Yes," Anna said, hopping off the bed and heading for the kitchenette. "We have plenty of time, but we don't want to be late. We still have to get the car. You might not actually be driving her someplace, but your cover still requires it."

She made a small pot of motel coffee while Connor donned the suit he'd picked out. When he was finished, he turned this way and that, then put his back to her before turning back and asking, "Good?"

"You look great," she said, looking him up and down. She smiled wide, adding suggestively, "If you didn't have to go off and service Emily Mathers, I'd keep you here and do you myself."

Connor gathered his fake documents, and they headed down to his car. It took half an hour to get to the front office for the escort/limo service, where a man who didn't introduce himself introduced Connor to the car. Pointing things out as they went, he said, "There are cameras here, here, and here ... and microphones here and here. In the past, Mathers has had the driver take her to a hotel for their encounters, so there's always the possibility that she might take a call while in the car. If she does, we want it recorded."

"There's also the possibility that she might want to partake of your services in the car," Anna said. "If that possibility arises ... we want that, too."

"Here's your hat," the man told Connor, handing him a quality hat with a cotton upper, shiny vinyl bill, and red satin lining. Again indicating things as he spoke, he said, "The gold button on the left side is a camera, the button on the right is a microphone. You don't have to worry about turning it on or off; it's already on and has a recording life of almost 16 hours. The mike will pick up anything in the room regardless of whether it's pointed toward the speakers, but -- obviously -- to get picture, you have to set the hat down with the left side facing the action."

"We don't know whether anything that happens tonight will be of value to us, Connor," Anna filled in, "but 'tis better to be safe than sorry. A person in Emily Mathers's position can't let something like an encounter with a male escort get out to her bosses, so if we get something good on her tonight, we'll be in a much better position to control the investigation in Washington."

 

[HumanBean]

Nick, with Kitty at his place:

Kitty kissed him intimately on the cheek. For a moment, he wondered if maybe they weren't going to get naked with one another again. But that thought was fleeting. Their business here was over and done.

She did give him some hope, though, saying, "It's been great. Maybe we'll get together again sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," Nick said with a hopeful tone. He watched Kitty head for his apartment's exit. Well, to be specific, he watched her ass head for the exit. My god, I'm gonna miss that, he told himself. She opened the door, about to depart. Nick asked, "Was it just about the tickets? I mean--"

He knew he was going to sound desperate and needy. But Nick went on, "I mean, it seems as though you enjoyed it. Sex with me. I'm just wondering. Was it real? Or--"

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, Renee Beeman, and their "dates":

Denise was fully immersed in her make out session with James. Still, she heard Renee whisper softly to the other man, "You remember what you said."

"Of course," Terry responded. "And I meant it."

Denise was curious about the exchange. But she only glanced to Renee before returning to James. The elevator doors opened. She and the man she so badly wanted to fuck headed out hurriedly. James led the four to a door, opened it, and pulled Denise in with a playful tug. He told them, "I'll make us some drinks."

"Nightcap," Denise said excitedly. The last thing she needed was more alcohol. But, with as much as there was of it in her already, she wasn't going to turn down one more drink. She wandered about the suite. It was impressive. The men had gone all out. Or maybe their company had? She asked, "What is it you do again?"

"Insurance," James answered. "I have an agency in Detroit. Terry here is based out of Chicago."

Earlier, James had claimed that his partying partner had a home here in DC. It was the reason James and Terry were willing to give up their suite to the girls. They wouldn't have to drive anywhere taking their room. Denise didn't catch what may or may not have been a discrepancy in their story. Would Renee? And if she did, would she call them out on it or let it slide?

"Sounds boring," Denise said, chuckling. She'd already stepped out of her modest heels. She now shed her light sweater in a move that was meant to look sexy.

James ogled her hungrily, smiling. "It is. But it brought us together, so..."

Denise laughed again. She found a stereo in an entertainment cabinet. She pressed a button and turned a knob. The suite filled with pop music. Swaying, she looked toward James as she began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.

"So, what do you girls do?" James asked as he brought Renee her drink. He turned toward Denise with hers. His eyes walked up and down her again and again. Her bra and cleavage were now on display. "Gotta be more exciting than insurance, right?"

"We work for the FBI," Denise said without hesitation. "I train newbies, like my good friend here, Renee."

"FBI, huh?" James asked. He looked between the two women. "I'm impressed."

Denise laughed loudly. "Don't be! I'm in Human Resources. So's she. We shuffle papers all day."

The drunk trainer was back in her lover-to-be's arms again, her lips moving between her tumbler of alcohol and Jame's mouth. She grasped his hand and backed for the bedroom. She wanted to fuck, and she wasn't waiting any longer. If nothing interrupted them, Denise would strip James, then herself, get him atop the bed, and get to it.

 

[HumanBean]

Connor, with Anna and then Emily:

"Good?" Anna said about Connor's appearance when he modeled for her. You look great.

She ogled him, adding, "If you didn't have to go off and service Emily Mathers, I'd keep you here and do you myself."

Connor smiled wide. He liked the idea of the woman he'd fantasized about while masturbating wanting to fuck him, too.

They drove his car to the limo service. A man there explained about the Towncar's hidden cameras and microphones. Anna then told Connor that if the opportunity came to have sex with Mathers in the car arose, he should take it. He chuckled, saying, "So you want me to make a sex tape. How Kardashian of you."

They explained about the camera and microphone in the chauffeur's cap, too. He smiled to Anna. "You're determined to see me naked again, aren't you?"

Connor caught the reaction of the other man to him implying that Anna had already seen him naked. He laughed again, clarifying, "She only saw me naked. Nothing happened." Then winking to the man, Connor whispered, "Yet."

They went over some more details before Connor departed. He pulled into the apartment building's driveway, parking in a designated reserved spot. The doorman didn't bother coming out to meet him. He waited for Connor to reach the entrance before smiling and asking, "William?"

"Yes, sir, for Ms. Mathers, please," Connor responded. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Okay to leave it there, yes?"

"Absolutely," the doorman answered. Inside, he told the man behind the desk to let Emily know her driver was on the way up. At the elevators, he pressed the button for Emily's floor. He told Connor, "Take a left out of the elevator. Last door on the right."

Connor thanked the man, rode the lift to the 22nd, got out, and walked casually to Emily's door. He knocked and waited. He suddenly realized that his heart was beating. He didn't understand why initially. Then he thought back to his last undercover mission. It had been almost two years ago. And it hadn't gone well. People had died.

Since then, his primary duties had been surveillance and research. It had sucked, but it was safer. And you didn't get someone killed.

 

[Alice2015]

Kitty with Nick:

"Was it just about the tickets?" Nick asked Kitty as she was heading out the door. "I mean ... I mean, it seems as though you enjoyed it. Sex with me. I'm just wondering. Was it real? Or--"
"Yes, I enjoyed it," Kitty interrupted, adding with a sly smirk, "very much." She stepped back inside and closed the door. "It's true ... at first, it was about the tickets." As she talked, Kitty strolled slowly toward Nick; her hips swayed tantalizingly. "And ... it's true ... the reason we did ... some of what we did..."

Her lips spread even farther, if that was possible. By some of what we did, Kitty was talking about her allowing Nick to, first, fuck her in the ass and, second, tie her up and do whatever he'd wanted to do -- which, coincidentally, had included fucking her in the ass a second time. Kitty had never really been a fan of having things in her ass, be they a man's cock or some other phallic object. But she knew that most men found it erotic and dominating, so -- when it was in her interest, primarily financially -- she was more than happy to let them have their way.

"...that was about the tickets as well," she continued. She was just inches away from him again, and as she talked, Kitty caressed the palm and fingers of one hand upon his chest, then his belly, then the bulge below his belt. "But I did enjoy you, Nick. And like I said ... maybe we'll get together again some time ... when I find that I need you in one way or another."

She was fully groping his cock now, her fingertips curling under his package, playing as if tickling the ivories of a grand piano. She leaned in to kiss Nick on the cheek before backing away with a wide smile. "But for now, I must leave." She waggled the envelope full of counterfeit tickets at him, saying, "Kirk is waiting on me."

 

[Alice2015]

Emily Mathers with Connor at her apartment:

Emily got the call from the building's front desk, verifying that her driver had arrived. She asked that William be sent right up and be told the door was unlocked and that he should come right in. She returned to her bedroom for shoes, then her ensuite to check her appearance one last time. She heard the knock and craned he head for the sound of the door opening. It did indeed, and the man called out her name to ensure she knew he was there.

"I'm just finishing up," she called out toward the living area. "We remove our shoes here, so just kick them off at the door, and I'll be right out. Make yourself comfortable."

She poofed up her hair a bit and tended to lip stick, then headed out to meet the man. She caught his reaction to what she was wearing and smiled. Stopping short, holding out one hand with her heels in it and the other holding her purse, Emily made a complete, slow turn to give him the full viewing, then asked, "Whaddaya think? Will they approve of it at the Met?"

Emily wondered if the man might have thought he was just coming to her place to get naked and fuck until she'd had her fill. She looked Connor up and down and twirled an extended index finger to indicate she wanted a full viewing of him, too. He'd dressed as Emily had requested, in an expensive suit that was suitable for the kinds of places a man would take a woman dressed as she was.

"Nice, I like," she said as she headed for the closet for her wrap. Heading for the door, she asked, "Shall we?"

She waited for Connor -- William -- to get the door for her, and at the elevator waited again for him to bring it back up to the 22nd. In the lobby, she was friendly with both of the men in the lobby, joking with the doorman, "Don't wait up! I hear the party at the Mansion is going to run until dawn."

At the car, Emily needed Connor's assistance to get into the backseat; she pulled the dress up high enough to clear her knees but still needed his hand to settle back into the seat. She laughed, asking rhetorically, "Why do women think they need to dress like this?"

As they were pulling away from her building, Emily announced that they were going to Gracie Mansion. She gave him easy-to-follow, turn-by-turn directions -- there were only three turns in all -- and added, "I'll holler if it looks like you're going to get us lost. Manhattan is for the faint of heart."

If William had been an honest-to-goodness chauffeur, he wouldn't have needed the help. For all Emily knew, he was a local and knew the town as good if not better than she did. But she didn't see any reason for creating an awkward situation in case he was a novice at Manhattan travel.

"It's a fundraiser for a conservation organization I support," she told Connor, "not some sort of doings for the Mayor."

The Mayor of New York City was currently facing federal charges for fraud, bribery, and soliciting foreign donations for his campaign, so no one -- particularly an Assistant Special Agent in Charge from the Federal Bureau of Investigation -- was partying with the mayor these days.

As they pulled into the drive, a valet opened Emily's door while Connor remained behind the wheel to park the car. After she was out, she opened her purse, withdrew a twenty-dollar bill, and pressed it into the young man's hand as she told him, "Park the car up close, if you don't mind. My driver's coming in with me."

Leaning to look through the open door and over the seat to Connor, Emily said, "C'mon, William. This is why I insisted you wear an expensive suit."

 

[Alice2015]

Renee Beeman, with Denise Taylor and their "dates":

"I'll make us some drinks," James said once they were all four inside the hotel room.

Renee looked around, finding herself impressed despite the situation that had brought her here. It wasn't a double bed motel room with thin walls and a noisy air conditioner like Renee was familiar with when it came to one-night stands. This was an elegant, multi-room hotel suite with all the amenities a no-limit credit card could arrange.

"What is it you do again?" Denise asked the men as she discovered the stereo and searched for the appropriate music to fit the moment.

"Insurance," James answered.

He explained that he had an agency in Detroit, and that Terry was based out of Chicago. Renee did in fact catch the discrepancy regarding the hotel suite; James had claimed that Terry lived locally and that -- after giving the room to the girls so that they didn't have to drive drunk -- they could just head to the beautiful black man's house to spend the night.

Renee listened in silence to James and Denise chatting; she herself simply strolled about the beautiful suite, making her way to the glass door that led to a balcony and looked out onto DC.

"So, what do you girls do?" James asked. "Gotta be more exciting than insurance, right?"

Renee wondered what fake response Denise would have for the man, but the Bureau trainer instead blurted out the truth: "We work for the FBI."

Renee's head spun toward the other woman in surprise. There was no rule that a Bureau employee couldn't tell strangers what they did, of course, but Renee and Denise didn't know these guys for Adam. Should they really be telling them what they do?

Denise continued, "I train newbies, like my good friend here, Renee."

Renee forced an uncomfortable smile, raising her hand casually and confirming, "Newbie."

James said he was impressed, to which the other man said, "That is pretty cool. I'm impressed, too."

"Don't be!" Denise laughed loudly. "I'm in Human Resources. So's she. We shuffle papers all day."

That wasn't entirely accurate, of course, but Renee didn't correct the woman. No harm done, she thought to herself, also thinking So far, anyway. Denise was tanked and was pulling James toward the bedroom as she was stepping out of her modest heels and beginning to unbutton her blouse. Renee looked to Terry, whose attention was shifting between the soon-to-be-fucking couple and the woman who'd most certainly told him that he wasn't getting lucky tonight.

Renne laughed nervously, sipped from the drink James had made her, and looked toward the suite's bedroom doors again; they were fully wide open, but from where she stood, Renee couldn't see what was happening in the adjacent room. Terry could, though, and as he began walking slowly toward Renee, he smiled wide as he watched the goings-on on the king-sized bed. Closer to Renee, he suggested, "We could close the doors ... give them some privacy."

"I'd rather leave them open, to be honest," Renee said. She laughed, then blushed before explaining, "Not that I want to watch them ... or see them. I just--"

"You're concerned about your friend's safety," Terry cut in. He was close to Renee now but made no intimate moves, sticking to his vow that the two of them weren't going to be doing what the other two were doing. Terry promised, "James is a horny dog, but he won't hurt your friend. I promise. If you get concerned at all, I will break it up. Seriously."

From the other room came mostly laughs and giggles as the two were stripping their clothes away and getting to know each other better. With the doors open, Renee could hear everything that was being said; that was mostly because the drunk Denise was talking loudly, not that Renee had spooky animal hearing.

Renee suddenly realized that the pair were talking about her. She didn't catch ever word, but she caught enough to realize that Denise was telling James that Renee was a nobody, a trainee who thought that because her husband was an agent in counterterrorism, that she herself was going to rise to become something more special than a paper pusher.

That description again, Renee thought to herself. Why does she keep calling me that? Renee was beginning to despise the other woman; drunk or not, Denise had no reason to talk about her like that. Renee found herself wondering if befriending the HR Training supervisor was going to be of any use to her or not. She suddenly began to question whether she had any sort of a future with the Bureau, other than -- as Denise had said, twice -- pushing paper around.

Looking to Terry, Renee could see in the man's face that he wanted to do something more than just stand here chatting while his friend was getting his cock wet. Renee's only purpose for coming up here with the other three was to protect the other female, but that reason was making its way for the exit as Denise continued to talk about how Renee was a nobody.

Smiling somewhat devilishly, Renee said softly to Terry, "Why don't you go join them." Terry's eyes widened in surprise, causing Renee to laugh. "I'm serious. My friend in there would enjoy your participation. And I feel bad that you're out here with me ... knowing that I'm not getting involved. But ... there's no reason for you to lose out. Denise would like you. Is Frank into that sort of thing?"

"Very much," Terry answered. His lips were wide with a smile as well as he considered the possibilities. "Are you sure about this, though? I mean ... James, sure, and even me. But your friend--"

"Will love it," Renee told him. She took Terry's drink from him, set it aside, and reached up to loosen his tie. She took him by his hand and led him to the bedroom's entrance, telling him, "Go ahead. I'm just gonna ... you know ... watch ... and enjoy."

 

[HumanBean]

Denise Taylor, with Renee, James, and Terry:

Denise was in seventh heaven. She was laying on a bed with a beautiful man, half naked, and getting felt all over by strong, knowing hands. It didn't matter to her that she'd known James for less than twenty minutes. She wanted to get fucked.

It also didn't matter to her that the two of them weren't alone in the hotel room. Denise was a lot of things. One of them wasn't shy. She still thought that Renee would decide to fuck Terry. Either way, Denise didn't care.

As James stripped her, he asked questions about Renee. Denise would say some things that she wouldn't have if she hadn't been tanked. She couldn't know how this indiscretion would affect her life. At one point she commented on Renee's husband. Speaking about Renee, Denise said, "What she doesn't know is her husband's on his way out. Disciplinary. He fucked up."

That wasn't true, of course. Sure, Stan and his department were under investigation. But nothing firm had been decided yet.

The two of them were quickly shedding clothes when Denise caught sight of Terry in the door. She was down to her bra, panties, and stockings. She'd foregone her garter belt today. Terry seemed to be enjoying the view. Denise smiled to him. He was good looking, too.

Then Renee stepped into view. Denise was unsure of what was happening. Then Renee said to Terry, "Go ahead. I'm just gonna ... you know ... watch ... and enjoy."

The next half hour would be magical for Denise. If she'd seen what unfolded on a cable station, she would have thought it had been scripted by a hardcore porn director. The men sandwiched Denise, caressing her, groping her, probing her. James directed Denise's head to his crotch. She sucked him off until he emptied his balls into her mouth. Terry had spent that time probing Denise's pussy while juggling his friend's balls.

Terry fucked Denise from behind until he spurted cum all over her backside. James licked it all up, then fucked Denise from behind while she licked and sucked his friend. After his second load had been sprayed over Denise's ass and back, James asked his friend, "Where's it at?"

Terry left the bed, donned a condom, and returned with a small tube in his hands. James had laid on his back again and pulled Denise atop him. He maneuvered his cock back inside Denise's pussy as his friend dispensed the thick gel onto his own cock and into Denise's hole of darkness.

Denise realized what was about to happen. She hadn't been expecting this. But then, she didn't prevent it either. She only looked back to Terry and said, "Gentle. Please."

Terry played a finger into Denise's sphincter. Then two fingers. Then three. Then, he pushed his cock's swollen head at, then into her hole. He paused as the head slipped in. Denise's sphincter had tightened forcefully around him. Then, as he felt her relax, he rammed deep into her.

Denise cried out in pain. She tried to stop him, but James was holding her tightly to him. Terry pulled back a bit, then rammed his full length into her. She cried out again. But after the pain subsided, she only did her best to relax before repeating, "Gentle. Please."

The two men fucked her two holes in concert. It seemed obvious that they'd done this before. Terry was the first to grunt out in ecstasy. He rolled off of Denise to lay on the bed, panting. James rolled Denise to her back and fucked her harder, faster, and deeper until he, too, grunted out his joy. He collapsed upon her for a long while, then rolled off to the other side.

Denise hadn't yet cum. She realized that the two men were probably done with her. She reached a hand to her pussy. She worked her clit until she also enjoyed the euphoria of orgasm. She was spent, and as far as she was concerned, it was time to pull the blankets over them and go to sleep.

She was totally ignorant of whether or not Renee was even still there...