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Authors: Holly Sinclair

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“I
will let you down off this wall and do whatever you like. Toys, no toys, cock,
no cock, anything you want, if you give me the password.”

 

It
takes a moment to sink in. She’d somehow forgotten about the game, now she just
wants to come so badly. She leans forward and whispers to him, “Aardvark.”

 

He
steps forward and kisses her then, for the first time, deeply, pushing her head
back against the door. She feels his strong thigh between her legs, his hands
fumbling at the locks at her wrists.

 

The
footage of the two of them screwing after that massive build up is quite
something, I assure you. But that, in a nutshell, my dear reader, is what I,
Victor, do. Lord knows I have plenty of examples, but that seemed like a good
one to introduce you to what exactly it is that I do for people, and, at best,
how it works out to scratch the itch they’ve always had, or never even knew
they had.

The Honey Trap

 

Another
spy game, a seduction, turns into something more when one participant has an
extra agenda.

 

A
well-known part of spy craft is the traditional honey trap. It used to be a
very simple tactic, people have loose tongues in bed (in more ways than one!),
but it used to be as simple as take a spy to bed, get up with their secrets. Of
course, that became known quite quickly, so the traps became more elaborate, a
year-long relationship with the only goal to be extraction of a certain
particular confidentiality.

 

Obviously
the games we sell to the public don’t have that kind of time frame, but there’s
no shortage of women out there who want to use their skills of seduction as a
weapon, and no shortage of men who want to be seduced. And a surprising number
of them want the seduction to have an excuse (that is, he’s a spy) instead of
just a straightforward seduction.

 

When
things work out really well, I can often put several clients in a situation
together in order to fulfill everyone’s fantasies, and if I do it just right, I
might not have to hire anyone to do the job for me. In fact, I remember –
although now that I think about it, I should start at the beginning.

 

Marcus
had been a client before, but this time he wanted to be seduced for his
secrets, and I’d kept hoping a female client who wanted to be a seductress
would pop up. I had almost given up hope that I would find a good match when
Miranda signed on as a client. She had one thing on her mind, finding a man and
seducing him until she got what she wanted. It was a perfect match, except
Miranda had one more point on her agenda that didn’t match what Marcus was
after. I thought he might be okay with a surprise though.

 

Marcus
and Miranda were set up at a private dining room at an exclusive restaurant
uptown. The owner is, of course, a client, and we use the smallest private
dining room on a fairly regular basis. Marcus and Miranda were meeting as spies
who were not yet quite opponents, but who might be able to work out something
mutually beneficial.

 

They
talked around the issues for drinks and appetizers and then after the busboy
cleared their plates, things got heated.

 

“I
don’t think you understand the importance of this,” Miranda said, her voice
angry and clipped.

 

“And
I’m telling you that’s not what I’m here for. We don’t just hand out our
intelligence, and you’re not bringing anything to the table.”

 

“Perhaps
I haven’t made myself clear,” Miranda said, and reached under the table.

 

Marcus
was faster. His gun was out of his shoulder holster, holding level on Miranda,
not a shake to be seen.

 

“I’m
better than that, bitch,” he said through gritted teeth.

 

It
was then that he felt the barrel of another gun against his neck. He froze.
There was sound of rattling plates at the door as the server returned.

 

“Leave
the room,” Miranda barked. “And lock the door.”

 

After
that shock, Marcus turned his head up to see
who
was
behind him. It was Crystal, Miranda’s good friend and sometimes lover.
Miranda’s scenario included a seductive three-way, and Marcus just got a bonus.

 

Personally,
I was interested to see how he would do. It’s hard enough to play like you
don’t want to be seduced or that you don’t want to have a three-way. Can you
imagine trying to pretend you didn’t want
either
?

 

“Drop
it,” Crystal growled from behind Marcus, and his gun clattered to the table.
Miranda stood to collect it.

 

Miranda
and Marcus both wore suits, hers dramatically more revealing than his, with a
low blouse and a high-cut skirt, but both still suits. Crystal, to fit her
taller, lither physique, wore a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline
and no back. Miranda held a gun on Marcus while Crystal pulled his arms behind
him and zip-tied them together.

 

When
Marcus was secured, the women put their guns down on the table, and Crystal
approached Miranda, well within Marcus’ eye line.

 

“At
last, darling,” Crystal said, “We can stop hiding.”

 

The
women shared a sensual embrace and Marcus could not stop his jaw from dropping.
A spy scenario with one gorgeous woman was one thing.
But
two?
That was beyond what he’d imagined, but not beyond what he could
handle, he was sure of that. He kept his mouth shut and appreciated the view as
Crystal slid her hand down to squeeze the other woman’s tight ass through her
skirt, causing Miranda to purr.

 

After
a couple of minutes they broke apart and composed themselves. Crystal, with
some struggle, dragged Marcus, while still in his chair, away from the table so
that they could move around him. The two women pulled up chairs themselves and
sat before him.

 

“What
do we do with him?” Miranda wondered.

 

“Can’t
we make him talk?” Crystal asked.

 

“Ha,”
Marcus said, hoping that he looked more confident than he felt at this point.

 


God,
isn’t that what they all say,” Miranda said, ignoring
him.

 

“Anyway,
fuck him, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you,” Crystal said, reaching over
and touching Miranda’s hair.

 

The
two women pulled their chairs closer and began to focus on each other.

 

Marcus
sat in his chair, eyes fixated, unable to believe his luck and/or his
misfortune. Here were two hot, sexy chicks making out in front of him, and he
got to watch! But unfortunately for Marcus, he couldn’t move.

 

Miranda
pulled Crystal’s hair off her ear and whispered something to her, and the
taller woman laughed throatily. She nodded with enthusiasm and they placed one
chair three feet in front of Marcus, at a 90 degree angle, so that he was
looking at Crystal in profile when she sat in it. Miranda took her coat off and
undid another button on her blouse so that her cleavage was fully on display.
Then, she straddled Crystal’s lap and began to kiss her, on the mouth, on the
neck, nibbling at her ears. Crystal leaned her head rearward and arched her
back, throwing her breasts out, and Miranda paid attention to those too.

 

Miranda
turned her head to look at Marcus while Crystal took a turn at the other
woman’s neck. Miranda sighed.

 

“Oh
can you imagine how hard we’re probably getting him, poor man. I bet you could
feel his cock good and strong through those pants, don’t you think? I can
actually see it straining his fly.”

 

Crystal
gave an appreciative look and then returned to kissing her partner. She
whispered something quietly to Miranda, whose turn it was to laugh.

 

“Naughty
girl,” she said. “Stand up and make it easy for me.”

 

Miranda
climbed to her feet. Crystal stood up as well and proceeded to hike up her long
cocktail dress, reached underneath it, and slowly slid down her panties. They
were a tiny sliver of black material, and she handed them to Miranda, who sat
Crystal back down, wrapped her arms behind her with her own panties, and then
slid her hips to the edge of the chair.

 

Miranda
got down on her knees, pulled one of Crystal’s legs over each of her shoulders,
and began to softly tongue Crystal’s pussy. For all Marcus knew it could have
been an illusion, a trick if you will (it wasn’t), but the reactions seemed
genuine enough.

 

Crystal’s
vocalizations climbed from luxuriant sighs to moans to gasps, and then finally,
pulling her hands free from the panty bond, she wrapped her hands in Miranda’s
hair and clearly rode her face to what appeared to be a powerful orgasm.

 

Miranda
came up for air, and Crystal went down to meet her, the two women kissing on
their knees, their lips meeting between grunts and hungry sounds. Then the
clothes started to come off.

 

The
top of Crystal’s dress fell first, hanging loose at her waist, and Miranda
devoured her pert nipples. Miranda struggled out of her shirt and pushed
Crystal down, feeding her waiting mouth one breast at a time.

 

Finally,
both Miranda’s skirt and Crystal’s dress fell completely to the ground and the
women went from making out and finger teasing each other’s pussies to circling
into a 69, mere inches away from Marcus, who by now had a bulging erection that
he could do nothing about.

 

Crystal
clearly knew what she was doing, or else Miranda was on a hair trigger, because
only a minute or two had passed before Miranda sat up straight on Crystal’s
face. Crystal hummed into her clit, and Miranda began to writhe, almost
screaming. If Marcus craned his neck over, he could actually see that the woman
on bottom was alternating between licking at Miranda’s pussy and her asshole.
Marcus gaped.

 

When
Miranda was finished, she bent back down, hugged Crystal’s hips to her face,
and made the taller woman come again.

 

The
two then kissed each other’s faces clean and enjoyed a crisp glass of champagne
from a bottle of champagne that sat chilling by the table.

 

They
toasted and relaxed a moment, then stood at either side of Marcus, his eyes
level with Miranda’s breasts, and just beneath Crystal’s. Both women were
completely naked, now glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

 

“I
still don’t think he’ll talk,” Miranda said.

 

“I
agree. If only there were something else we could do.”

 

“You
don’t think us doing that show in front of him was enough? I mean, I was glad
to see you too, but we could have gone somewhere private.”

 

Marcus
felt heat and pressure in his lap and looked down to see Miranda’s hand resting
on his lap next to his cock.

 

“Think
he’d talk if we touched it?” she asked her partner.

 

“Oh,
baby I’d talk if you touched my cock,” Crystal smiled sexily and the women held
a gaze for a moment.

 

“What
if you sucked on it?” Miranda asked. “I know you’re a much better cocksucker
than I am.”

 

“You
think that would make him talk? I know we can get him to make lots of noise at
least.”

 

“I
won’t talk,” Marcus said, almost breathless, and everyone in the room knew he
didn’t mean it.

 

Crystal
dropped to her knees before him, just as Miranda had done for her.

 

“Really?”
she said, stroking her hands up and down his thighs.

 

“You
won’t talk? Not even if I—
“ she
reached up and slowly
undid his fly.

 

“Pulled
you out and began to slide your thick cock in and out of my mouth. You don’t
think that would make you talk?”

 

“Or
what if,” Miranda said, getting in on the game, “You pull his cock out and I
straddle him and fuck his brains out, while you whisper filthy things in his
ear.”

 

“Filthy
things like what?” Crystal asked innocently.

 

“Oh,
I don’t know. Things like that strap-on you like to use on me occasionally, or
the fact that you know I like to take it in the ass. Or that we have a sex
swing in our loft that we love to play on. Or that you know that both of us can
deep throat him, one after the other, and that when he comes, because he will
come, you’ll let his spunk dribble out of your mouth into mine, and then we’ll
both share it before we swallow it.”

 

“For
God’s sake,” Marcus said, “I’ll talk!”

 

“Yes,”
Crystal said, pulling his hard cock out of his fly and licking her lips, “I
know you will.”

 

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