Alexia smiled at the bus driver as she left the bus. She had been traveling for quite some time. Her chocolate heart sparkled, and in the Light maculation of William Green dotted them. They seemed to not be able to focus, looking this way and that way, her pupils slightly large than normal. Her racy John Brown hair, long and curly cascaded down her backbone. Her lips were lustrous, and painted a cherry tree red, blow up ever slightly in a bee stung pout. Upon her caput she had those precious earpiece with the cat pinna, that moved, in a specter of pink. She wore a shortsighted skirt, that just barely covered her cute little nerdy panties. A mario craw top adorned her chest, leaving footling to the imagination, nipples clearly poking out, and trying trying to lam the framework. Her petite belly lay bare, a butterfly stroke navel ring predominantly displayed. Her legs covered in disastrous thigh high stockings, held up by a lacy garter swath. Her feet were protected by cute little Mary Jane fashion skid with a 4 in heel.

The bus driver could n't help but stare as she skipped away from the bus, throwing a backpack on over her vertebral column. Her doll bouncing ever so slightly, revealing a deadpool face on the back of her panties. A thin hump visibly showing in his pants. The sense of smell of her aroma still lingering from when she walked by, making him find dizzy and very turned on. Luckily, this was his finis block, and as he closed the threshold, headed back to the bus storage, to go home, and pile with his intimate frustrations.

She wasn't sure why she had come to this city. Only that The Agenda had commanded her, and she was only happy to abide by. They had been sending her all over the place, and had she not been back to HQ for a piece. Alexia did n't care. She only had to obey, and ignore the minor silent vox in the back of her mind screaming at her to run away.

Behind the techno music she was skipping along to listening to, was a very tacit subliminal subject matter telling her where to go. word blindness was blissfully unaware of these silent commands as she skipped down the streets of Austin.

The Agenda had recruited her month before. She couldn't think back much before she had joined, only that she had to follow their orders, which made her very happy. When they found her she had been a get down, deadening, studious, straight A medical exam student. After many months of conditioning and body of work was a bubbly girl, aegir to obey. Her wearing apparel were all now cute and risque, her lips had been pumped into a perfect tense bee stung pout. Her face was always made up perfectly, and her tit : which had already been vauntingly ; bounced hypnotically while she walked, sitting perky and large on her thorax. A utter female child to trammel more nous for The order of business. A seductress. A perfect sex toy. One that could do nothing but obey. And her instructions were to seduce, and enlistee.

A belittled part of her remembered. The daughter that was once Michelle. Trapped in a little part of her mind screamed to get out.

The sky was quickly going from twilight to night as she found her goal. Climbing the fire evasion to a top floor of an expensive condo building she knocked on the window, and put her phone in her bag. Schooling her font to one of innocence she waited.

Her object was the vice chairperson of ENeRCY. A small company growing quickly. He was the principal antagonist of the ship's company against the Conglomerate of corporation known as The order of business. Not for much longer. He liked nerdy girls, and she was set. Her lips were coated in a hallucinogenic lipstick. And the perfume she wore was a exceptional pheromone concoction, that smelled different to every man she met. It always had the Sami effect. Leaving them slightly disoriented, and suppression lowered.

A man, about 5ft6 got up from his expensive leather chair in the living way of the condo to inquire the noise. He stood straight and proud, his curly dirty blond hair cropped short and, kind Charles Grey center framed by thick eyelash and tan skin. He wore an expensive grey case, white shirt, and a solid blue silk tie hung undone from the Saratoga chip shoe collar of his shirt. He looked discombobulate as he saw a figure behind sheer white silk pall.

He did a momentary double return ; as he moved the curtains out of the way ; at the girl outside. Being the valet de chambre that he was, Michael was having a hard prison term looking to count at her side, and not her chest. The quality on the shirt kept drawing his gaze down to her boob.

He opened the window, eyes wide, taking some effort to look at her in the eyes. She was stunning, but her wide student had him edge. Was she on something ? What possessed her to come up the stair to his top floor condo. One bridge player on his sound in his backrest pocket to call in for help, he cautiously spoke to her.

"Hello."Michael said, his vocalization sounding calmer them he actually was."Can I help you ?"

alexia smiled sweetly at him,"Hi. I'm visual aphasia. I live a few floors down from here. I accidentally got locked out of my condominium. I was just watching the sundown, and the twist closed the door on my balcony. Some fluke must receive locked it or something."she told him, the Holy Writ tumbling out of her mouth. Her voice was soft, and Henry Sweet. Her perfume scent wafted through the window, a mix of cinnamon bark and vanilla, was deliciously intoxicating.

"Hi Alexia."he said."Um, add up in."and he opened the sieve of the slider."I'm Michael."

"Its overnice to meet you Michael."she replied, giving him a dazzling smile.

Michael was becoming enamored with this girl. He had been single for a while, and a thought flashed in the backrest of his mind about sleeping with her.

What is amiss with me. He thought to himself. Yeah she is really cute, and incredibly sexy, but I dont think like that ever.

She stepped in, her eyes looking around widely. The floor was a deep mahogany. The wall were painted black-market, with expensive paintings hanging here and there. In the background a very large flatscreen Tv droned on."And in Holocene epoch news, the Top CEO for the up and coming tech companionship Andron, has joined The schedule. Originally Tom Speckler was against joining military unit with largest corporation in the globe, but for some understanding changed his mind recently…"

"I, I'm sorry to be a bother."she said looking at the story. Alexia was trying to dillydally for clip. Letting the perfume study its trick. She patted herself looking for her keys, as he lead her through his condo."Shoot."she said.

She smiled demurely at him."I must have left my paint on the table…"She started to expect frantic."and and maintenance has gone home for the day ... I dont know what to do…."

He looked at the girl, his idea racing. She looked so odorous. Her aroma was making him feel dizzy. He wanted to kiss her for some understanding.

"It's ok.."he paused not sure what to call the girl.

"Alexia '' she replied, using that dazzling smile on him

"Ok Alexia. You can ride out here tonight. Tomorrow we will get you home."Why did n't he just help serve her home now ? He could have gotten maintenance to come back. His head was cloudy, and it was late. This wasn't like him.

"My name is Michael."he said smiling at the female child."Are you hungry ?"

She shook her chief."Just tired."she replied, wiping frantic tears away. She took his hand that he offered, as he led her through the expensive flat, to a very gravid Edgar Guest room. He flipped the Light Within on, and in the center of the room was a bombastic canopy bed. He went to go out, but was held back by her script holding his.

He stopped and looked at the female child. His eyes on her very large eyes. He glanced at her lips, and against his better judgement, leaned down and kissed the girl.



His headland, already foggy for some reason, lost all sense of reason. He started to fondle the girl, he couldn't stop himself. His hands playing with her breasts, nipples hard against the textile of her shirt. She looked at him, and led him to the bed.

She had him sit down on the expensive mattress and stepped back from him, standing in the center of the room. She slowly started to gyrate her hips, and aim her wearing apparel off. Starting with her top. Her chest came loose, as she pulled the top off, letting go of the fabric. her hip always moving. She slowly ran her hands through her hair, down her neck, caressing her bosom.

Michael could n't take his eyes off her, his straits fuzzy. He did n't even try to resist. A hardon, clearly forming in his pants.

Slowly her paw moved down to her tight tum, and then to her chick. She unzipped her chick, and it to fell to the floor.

terminal was her lacy red step-in, and as she leaned foward to claim them off her boob stood almost in his cheek. She stood up, their eyes locking and her bee stung lips smiled.

She herself was just as fogged as he. A lowly character of her trying to break away. She ignored the small interpreter, only relishing in the pleasure, Holy Order and programming as she moved forward and straddled her prey.

She ran her hands through his hair. And peeled off his shirt. Kissing and nibbling his ears. Her hands sliding down his bare chest. She got off of his lap, and kneeled before him, taking off his smash, made of plenteous dark expensive leather. She then slowly removed his pants, and boxers.

Her eyes met his. A small part tried to tell him to run with her eyes, but he was far far too gone.

Her luscious lips kissed the tip of his cock. He was rather well endowed. And then she went to work. Her back talk felt like heaven to him. Her mouth was the most wonderful thing he had felt. She kissed, sucked and then his mind shattered, when she took him all the way down, his pecker bulging in her frail throat. After a few minutes of this, he was so close to cumming, she stopped, and stood up. And pushed him onto his back. She straddled him, and plunged her wet hillock over his cock. If he thought her mouth was heaven, it was nothing compared to being indoors her.

She rode him arduous, her mouthpiece open, both of them moaning. Both of them in a fog. Faster, harder, until she screamed out, clamping and tightening around him, and he came after, never had he so cum so hard. He did not feel feel the earpiece the she somehow slipped over his ears at that instant. His eyes close, as a deep enchantment took over him

She got up, as he was under. A part of her wishing she had not done that. The respite of her smiling in the afterglow.

She gathered her clothes, and slipped out of the room silently closing the threshold. Her headphones back on, as she gained new orders.

The Next day the news program showed a women on the screen talking.

"Today in a scandalise alteration of issue, Michael Johnson vice president of Enercy has pledged his loyalty into the Agency. An investigation is ongoing, as The Agency appears to be gaining protagonist that previously was against a major conglomerate corporation…"

Turning away a tall man in a suit smiled, his mitt placed on the oral sex of his favorite pet. He glanced down at her, big middle staring into his. He helped her up, and took off the purple cat headphones from her ears, leaned down and whispered…"Good Girl."

She shivered.

To be continued ...