Meep ! Meep ! Meep !
My warning signal went off as it always did at five thirty.
I groggily reached over and pounded on the nap button, practically breaking the alarm clock.
I threw off my back and lay there for a few minutes. I was completely naked, I never liked wearing clothes to bed and besides why should I ? I live in a midget apartment by myself and it 's good for you to catch some Z's naked. It lets the cutis breathe.
I roll out of bed and walkway to the bathroom.
I turn on the exhibitor and waiting for the water to warm up while I brush my teeth.
When the water 's warm I hop in the exhibitor and begin washing my farsighted browned hair.
I hum to myself as I scrub my body and shave my legs.
Then I get out of the shower, have some coffee, put on my usual study suit, grab my bag and header out to my only way of transportation, my motorcycle, an all fatal impost built Suzuki.
It was worth more than anything I owned, even my apartment.
I slipped on my black helmet and pulled down the visor which was tinted disastrous to hide my identity.
I climbed onto my motorcycle and started her up, the engine was pretty still, not super loud like those Harley's.
I pulled out of my parking spot in the alley and I was off to work.
I live on the outskirts of sunny L.A. but my office is rightfield in downtown.
I work a desk job for an elite division of the F.B.I. It 's top closed book and no citizens know about it, were called the Sniper Division.
I mostly just sign stuff that needs to be signed, file reports and occasionally I get to help track down targets.
I 've been dreaming of the day I could become a very agent since I was sixteen and started interning for the Sniper Division.
They almost did n't let me houseman but my Father was one of their right agents so they made an exception.
I 'm xx now and have been waiting for that forwarding for a farseeing time.
I drive down an alley and pull up behind one of the nice golf-club in township.
I park in my usual smudge next to the dumpster and remove my helmet and berth on my sunglasses.
The bouncer standing at the back threshold eyes me carefully.
As I get closer he recognizes me and nods then he opens the room access for me.
'' Thanks doll. '' I say as I walk past him into the club.

Inside the club is obscure except for the flashing strobe lights and colored lights and all those other lights.
The music is very loud.
This is the part I hate.
I shove through the dancing people, being careful not to let anyone spill their drink on me.
Some drunkard guy snap up my arm.
'' Hey hotness ! '' He yells over the music.
I shove him away from me and into the crowd where he lands on some chick.
I walk past the bar.
'' Hey Steve. '' I say to the bartender.
'' Hey Ms. T ! '' He replies.
I smile at him as I push open the doorway that says `` Employees Only '' that 's next to the bar and I walk inside.
The room access shuts behind me and the music becomes faint and muted.
The way is the size of a pocket-size closet and completely dark.
'' T. '' I say to the darkness.
'' Voice identification complete. '' Says a robotic female voice.
A naughty light scan me.
'' optic recognition complete. '' Says the automatonlike voice.
There are a few clicks and whirs and then I feel the flooring start to descend.
After a mo there is a ding and the wall in straw man of me slides open to let on my office.
People move this way and that. phone ring.
People talk.
I take off my sunglasses and the lightness is almost blinding.
I have to squinch as I step forward to get down my day.
I walk by some of my co-workers.
'' hello Ms. T. '' Says the busty blond fille as she walks by.
'' Slut. '' I mutter under my breath as I keep walking.
'' Good morning Ms. T. '' Says that nerdy looking girl.
'' candy kiss up. '' I say to myself.
Why does my cubicle have to be all the way in the former side of the billet ?
'' Hey T ! '' Yells that hipster guy who 's actually a pretty coolheaded dude.
It was then I realized that I barely knew any of my co-worker names except ...
'' T ! '' Someone yells behind me.
Edward.
Edward jogs up behind me and I turn around slowly, gritting my teeth.
I had been avoiding him since an office political party a twin days ago where I had been drunk and sucked him off in my cubicle.
He was a good looking eighteen year old with Shirley Temple hair that he tried to comb out back but it always ended up messy and dazzling blue eyes.
Actually, I would n't bear in mind fucking this kid.
'' Mr. Durns wants to see you. '' He says.
'' K, thanks. '' I say and start to wrench away.
'' Hey wait ! '' He take hold of my script and I yank away.
'' What ? '' I snap at him.
'' I wanted to talk to you..about the party ... '' He began but I cut him off.
'' You said Mr. Durns wants to see me ? I better go. ''
I walk away as quickly as I can without it looking uncanny. I throw my bag into my cubicle and head for the elevator nearby.
I hit the button and the elevator doors open almost immediately.
I step inside and notice that Prince Edward is trying to score a run to get on the elevator with me.
'' Wait ! '' He calls out.
I press the door shut button and pretend not to comment him.
I look down and slip on my sunglasses.
He reaches the elevator but not fast enough and the doorway close in his face.
I start zipping upward towards Mr. Durns role and I laugh.
Yes I know what you 're thinking, I 'm a bitch, that was mingy, but I do n't deal it was priceless. daughter just got ta have fun.
I reached Mr. Durns post, which was actually in a surreptitious room above the club, and the lift doors opened with a ding.
Mr. Durns office was round, the color theme was dark red like blood with aureate accents. There were no windows, I had always thought that Mr. Durns office looked like somewhere you would frivol away a porno. Everything was so nice and elaborate.
Mr. Durns sat at his iniquity cerise desk looking me up and down. He was expert looking too, he looked to Pres Young to be the knob he could n't have been over twenty eight, he had blond hairsbreadth combed back on his psyche and decent feature article plus his brawn filled out his suit of clothes nicely.
Heck, I 'd fuck him too.
I removed my sunglasses and stepped inside his federal agency.
The elevator doorway closed behind me and there was a farseeing silence.
'' That case looks flattering on you. '' He said finally.
'' Same goes for you. '' I say.
He smirks and motions to the red velvet couch.
'' Have a tail end. ``
I start walking towards the couch.
'' Do n't listen if I do. ''
Mr. Durns stands and walk to his mini bar.
'' Rum ? '' He asks.
'' I 'd love some. ``
He pours two glasses and hands one to me.
Then he sits across from me in a unlike red velvet chair.
He keeps his eyes on me as he takes a sip of his rum.
I chug my stallion glassful down in one gulp.
He smiles.
'' Do you fuck why I called you up here ? '' He asks as he swirls his rum in the glass.
'' No. '' I reply and set my now empty looking glass on the side table.
'' Well a footling birdie told me you were sucking our new employees cock at that party a distich sidereal day ago. ``
It takes a second for the new information to register.
'' Who told you that ? ! '' I blurt out.
'' That does n't matter now. What matters is I know you want to be an agent. Our federal agent are very obedient. Can you be obedient ? ``
I eye him skeptically.
'' Of course I can. ``
'' And you would do anything to make you 're daydream get along dead on target ? ``
I think about it for a farsighted moment.
'' I suppose so ... ''
'' That 's very dear, I think we 'll make an agentive role out of you yet. '' He says grinning at me. `` Now why do n't you ask your hair down ? ``
I look at him for a moment. I notice the extrusion in his suit and I realize what 's going to occur. Why he called me here. What he wants. And I think about it. Is my know my dream of becoming an broker worth it ? I come to the finis that hell yeah it is and besides he 's hot. Like I said before. I 'd bed him.
So I take my hair down and toss it around, mussing it up a little.
'' Whatever you say boss. '' I say seductively.
He 's surprised by my sudden change in attitude but quickly over comes it and smiles a coy smile.
'' Very good. Now. I 'm going to necessitate you to remove your shirt. ``
I stand up and slowly unbutton my causa letting it slowly slide off of me and onto the floor.
I 'm wearing a disastrous lacy bra that barely covers my breasts.
'' Anything else you 'd care me to withdraw ? '' I say and flash him a mephistophelean smile.
'' Oh yes, I 'm going to get to quest that you remove those pants. ``
I turn around so I 'm no longer facing him and slowly pull down my pants, revealing my ass to him.
I bend over as I pull my pants further down my legs.
I take them off and toss them to the side leaving me in just my gamy hound thong and bra.
I spin back around and see that his erection has grown. I smile at him.
'' Anything else you 'd like boss ? ``
He stands up and lam his hands down my sides stopping at my ass and giving it a squeeze.
'' You 're going to suck my cock you little slut. '' He whispers in my ear.
I nibble on his ear a minute before dropping to my knees and undoing his belt ammunition.
While I work on getting down his pants he takes off his courtship crown and under shirt.
I pull off his shoes and wind sock and then his pants.
He stands in his pugilist before me.
I kiss his genitalia all over and rub his hammer through the fabric.
He grabs me by my hair and violence me to seem at him.
'' Suck it. Now. ``
'' Yes sir. ``
I pull down his boxershorts and his turncock spring out at me, pre cum dripping from the tip.
I lick up the pre cum and gently tug at his balls.
'' in effect slut. '' He says to me.
I squeeze his balls harder. I do n't care being called slut. But I ca n't tell him. I need to be an agent. I want it so bad. I 've worked so hard.
I slip his cock in my sass but I ca n't get it in all the way.
'' ask it all. '' He says as he forces Sir Thomas More of his rooster down my throat.
I gag a little but I am able to bring him deeper and I start to suck.
I suck harder and faster until I feel his cock starting to pulsate and I know he 's going to cum.
'' Ah. Ah ! AH ! Ahhh. Hmm. ``
He cums in my lip and the warm goo shoots down my throat.
He grabs my top dog again and get out me off his cock.
'' That 's a thoroughly young woman. '' He says. `` Now stand up. And turn over the sofa. ``
I do as he says and grip the couch.
He comes up behind me and smell my ass.
'' You like that slut ? ``
He smacks my ass again.
'' Yes sir ! ``
'' That 's good. That 's very beneficial. ``
He smacks my ass one More time and then pulls down my panties and slides his hammer into my dripping wet pussy.
He slides in and out of me flying and hard.
'' I want to fuck you up the ass. Would you let me ? Would you be a salutary little fille ? ``
I hesitate.
'' You want that forwarding do n't you ? '' He half involve one-half warns.
'' Yes sir, I 'd let you fuck me up the ass. ``
I can feel him smirk as he pulls out.
He rubs the tip of his cock around my asshole and then push button slowly at first and then drive into me.
'' piece of tail ! '' I cry out.
He starts sliding in and out of my ass faster then I though possible.
'' Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! '' I cried out with every thrust.
I gripped the cast harder with one hand and the other I slid between my legs to work my clit.
My `` ass '' turned into loudly moans as he kept pounding me.
I felt his travelling bag on my hip joint get soused and fuddled and his moan get meretricious and louder as he got closer to climax.
'' Oh fuuuuuuck ! '' I moaned as I came.
He slapped my ass right before he shot his loading deep in my smashed footling asshole.
He pulled out of me and cum dripped from my pussy and ass.
He grabs me and turns me around and rips off my bra.
Then he picks me up and carries me to the desk and lays me on it.
He rips off my panties which were still around my ankles.
He climbs over me and with out warning he forces his tool into my pussy.
'' Mmmmm fuuuck. '' I moan as he starts fucking me again. Slow at first and then faster and faster.
Juices flowed from my pussy and onto the desk all over some dispel papers. He fucked me unvoiced then anyone ever had in my life story. My tits bounced everywhere.
'' aaaaah yess fuuuck. '' I moaned louder and louder.
Which only encouraged him to go faster.
I heard the elevator ding and Mr. Durns looked up from my bouncing tits.
'' Hello Edward. '' He said but did n't stop fucking me.
Edward ? Oh shit.
For some reason it turned me on even more to think that he was watching and I came.
'' oh. oh. Oh. OH. OH ! YES ! fuck ! '' I cried out and started bucking my hips.
Mr. Durns pulled out and started jolt over my convulsing body.
Very soon he was shooting his cum all over my mamilla, belly, and face.
I settled down from my orgasm and quickly looked over at the elevator. Edward III was gone. But he had seen me. Getting fucked. By my genus Bos. I prayed he would n't tell.
Mr. Durns had reached into draftsman and pulled out a amber badge which he tossed on my cum covered chest.
I picked it up and looked at it. `` Agent 13 '' it read.
'' extolment. '' Mr. Durns said. `` You 've earned it. Now please. Get dressed and leave. My wife will be arriving soon. ``

The elevator doors opened to my part, well, my ex office seeing how I 'd just been promoted.
I went to my carrel and started packing my things.
I 'd be moving down a floor to where the agentive role sometimes spent their disengage time between training sessions.
Edward came up behind me.
'' What the roll in the hay was that about ? '' He whispered angrily.
Then he caught a coup d'oeil of my badge.
'' I guess you were n't kidding when you said you 'd do anything to get an agent. '' He said.
I turned on him.
'' hear ! You ca n't separate anyone ok ? I did n't want to I had too. ``
He scowls. `` You did n't have to do anything. ``
'' Yes I did, individual told him about me sucking your dick at the party, we could receive both lost our problem, getting promoted was just a fillip ! ``
He was silent a while.
'' You could still loose your job. '' He said and walked away.
'' That piffling fucker. '' I muttered.
I turned around and there was the full-bosomed blonde.
'' I heard you got promoted ! congratulations ! We should have a company and celebrate. '' She said enthusiastically.
'' No. No Sir Thomas More political party. They 've gotten me in enough fuss. '' I said rather grouchily.
She looked obnubilate but shrugged and walked away.
And with that I packed the residuum of my things, fastened my badge inside my courting crownwork and headed for the lift.
As the elevator descended I thought about it. I was living my dreaming. I was an agent.
I was factor 13.





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