I took a calculated risk, but boy, oh boy, am I bad at math.
We were working a job, and I was the bait, as per usual. The job was simple recon and intel gathering and, at the end, a possible apprehension. So, I had a little fun with it, trying to get the mark drunk and to loosen his lips and all that.
Of course, I played it a little fast and loose with the flirting. You’ve gotta dangle a bit of fleshy incentive if you’re going to get any bites, you know. My top was low cut, my tits were pushed high, and I looked like a whole-ass meal.
I let the mark take a few liberties with me so I could pump him for more information. He touched my waist, whispered in my ear, eye fucked my tits, you know, the whole nine.
I did notice Agent Jack Durand keeping an eye on me from across the room. He didn’t see me catch him watching, so I upped my flirtations to the next notch. We’d been working together for a couple of months now, and honestly, he was fun to irritate.
I knew this would annoy the hell out of him, and me being me, of course, I had to be a brat. It’s just what I did. I lived to rile this man up in any way I could. He was surprisingly easy to irk, despite his cool exterior. We’d flirted hard, but nothing ever went farther than that. The job always came first, but my love of annoying him knew no bounds.
The mark wanted to play a little pool, and who was I to say no? He racked the table while I primed our cues. I handed him his pool cue, and he took the first shot. He finished his turn, and I leaned across the table, and I’m sure he got a good eyeful of my ass. I was wearing a skirt shorter than Jack’s fuse, and a red thong, so the bottom of my cheeks gave him a little show whenever I bent over.
Our subject told me I was shooting all wrong, and of course, used his hands and body to show me. I leaned into it and pushed for more information on the guy we were after. He lined his body up with mine, and I could feel that his cock was hard. I tried to play it cool, but the thought of him against me like this made my skin crawl. But we needed the intel, so I swallowed my disgust, played the part, and upped the flirtation even more.
I knew I was playing a dangerous game when I caught Jack’s eye across the bar. A dark look crossed his face, and I realized my mistake too late when that cocky grin broke over his face. Oh shit. I was in for it. A look must have flicked across my face because somehow, his grin dissolved into a diabolical smirk.
I swallowed hard and turned back to focus on the task at hand. Scanning the bar, Agent Sterling gave me the signal to get him out of here to Agent Finn and Agent Drake, waiting outside with the rest of the team. I turned to my quarry.
“Hey babe. What do you say we get outta here? My truck is parked out back.” I plastered on my best ‘fuck me’ look.
“Fuck yeah, let’s go, baby… I got eleven inches of love for you,” he slurred before he slapped my ass. He must have forgotten he was all up on me earlier because his eleven inches came up a little… short. I tried not to roll my eyes out loud as I humored him.
“Let’s go, I need you to fuck me,” I whispered as he urged us out the door.
As we rounded the back of the bar, Finn and Drake, with the rest of the team, were there to subdue the mark and take him into custody. Once he was secured, we reconvened in front of the bar.
“Good work, Ms. Fairbanks,” said the team lead, agent McCrae.
“Thanks, but for the love of God, Ms. Fairbanks is my mother. Call me Orlena or Orli, anything but Ms. Fairbanks.” McCrae laughed.
“Good work today, Orli. Catch you on the next one.” He nodded as he and his other team member, whose name I didn’t know, headed back to the truck. I turned to Finn and Drake.
“What about you two?”
“I gotta get home to my kids, so I’m out,” said Drake.
“You got it, catch you later.” I turned to Finn. “What about you?”
“I’m headed out too. It’s late and I know McCrae is gonna want those reports bright and early.”
“Alright, well, I’m gonna hang out and have a drink because I can’t get the feel of that creep off me.”
“See you later,” he said before he started heading to the van. I headed back into the bar and found Sterling.
“Hey, staying for a nightcap?”
“Nah. I’m beat. Maybe another time?”
“Of course. Have a good night.”
“You too, Orli.”
I scanned the bar but didn’t see Jack. He must have cleared out already. So, I started for the bar for a drink when a hand gripped my wrist.
I whipped around and was greeted with a wall of gray and red plaid. I knew who had a grip on me before I even looked up into those hazel eyes. That dark look was on his face again as his hand tightened around my wrist before he pulled me to him.
“Just what do you think you were doing?” he whispered.
“Why, I don’t know what you mean, Jack.”
“That’s a load of shit and you know it.”
“I was doing my job. What do you want?” I asked as I wrenched my wrist free from his large hand.
“Looked like you were doing just a bit more than that.”
“Why… you jealous?” I asked in a sly voice as I leaned closer to him.
I could feel his cock at half-mast in his jeans. So, what did I do? Of course, I made sure to rub my body against his, eliciting a hiss from him. His hand reached up and grasped my left arm. Jack leaned down so his lips brushed my ear.
“You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” I asked as I leaned up and breathed against his neck as I pushed my body flush against him, making sure to graze his now fully hard cock. Oh. The size of him made my breath hitch in my throat and my cunt quiver. Suddenly, my heart fluttered in my chest like a hummingbird flitting from bloom to bloom. Oh fuck. I could tell I was in deep shit now.
“I think you are,” he said as he gripped my arm tight. I tried to feign confidence, but I knew Jack could tell he rattled me. Puffing up the best I could, I challenged him, which, in retrospect, was exactly what he wanted me to do. I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing the lobe of his ear.
“And I think… the next time you put your hands on me, you better finish the job,” I said before I tried to wrench my arm from his grip again. Tried, and failed. Instead of letting go, Jack’s grip on my arm only tightened before he discreetly pulled me through the crowded bar without so much as a sound.
He escorted me into the bathroom and pushed me against the sink before he turned and locked the door. A look must have crossed my face, because Jack’s face softened a bit before he moved toward me.
“I know you’ve been a bad girl, trying to torture me all night, you brat,” he said as he invaded my space. Jack’s hand slipped up my body to grip my throat to make me look at him. “You gonna be a good girl for me now?” he asked as his other hand smoothed up my bare thigh to rub against my panties.
My eyes fluttered closed and a whiny, needy moan made its escape from my throat. Jack’s grip on my neck tightened a hair as he gently shook my head.
“Are you gonna be a good girl, Orli?” he asked, his voice low and his eyes blown with desire as he held me in his gaze. Fuck. His other hand continued to rub against my pussy, making even the simplest thoughts nearly impossible to form. My brain was short circuiting with every touch of his fingers against me. It took me a moment to get my shit together.
“I’m your good girl,” I said, my voice raspy from his grip and the grasp of my own desire.
“That’s what I thought,” Jack said before he turned me around and bent me over the sink, my face pressed against the mirror. His hands yanked my skirt up to my hips and slid my panties to the side before he slid two fingers into me. “Oh, look at that, you’re dripping for me. You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you right here in this dirty bar bathroom?” he asked as his fingers pumped in and out of my cunt. “Be a good girl and answer me.”
I bit back a moan as he sunk his thick fingers as deep as they’d go. My vision was foggy and spotted. He felt so good. I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded.
“Ah, ah, girl. You need to use. Your. Words.” He punctuated the last three words with three hard thrusts to drive his point home. “Come on, my good girl, I need to hear it.” I swallowed another moan before I could answer him.
“Yes, fuck, Jack,” I panted. “I want this, I want you.” Another smirk slid across his lips.
“That’s all you had to say, Orli,” he said before he pulled his fingers from my pussy. I pulled back and watched him in the mirror over the sink. His eyes were downcast as he worked on unbuckling his jeans and freeing his cock. I couldn’t see that, and I didn’t want to. I wanted that to be a surprise. His arm pumped his cock, and he caught me watching. Jack’s features turned dark, but he still wore that cocky look on his face. He pulled me up straight by my jacket. “You like to watch, huh? You’re gonna watch me fuck you,” he said before he pushed me back down.
Jack lined his cock up with my throbbing pussy and when he pushed in, my breath caught in my throat. Fuck, he was so thick; it was almost too much. My legs shook as he plunged deep inside me. Once my ass was cradled against his pelvis, he hiked my left leg up on the sink for easier access to my clit.
As his fingers slipped over my clit, he pulled his hips back and speared my cunt, making my body rock against the porcelain. I whimpered at the force of him.
“Jack, fuck,” I whined.
“Oh, that’s my good girl,” he said as he fucked me slow, but hard. Every thrust of his hips making me grunt, whine, or moan. Jack’s other hand pulled me upright as his hips still pistoned into me. His hand gripped my face and made me look into the mirror. My eyes were half lidded, my cheeks were pink, and my tits bounced with every thrust. “Look at that,” he purred in my ear. “Look how pretty you are, all filled up with my cock.”
His fingers still danced along my slick clit, sending me closer and closer to the edge. Jack’s hand left my face to dip into my low-cut top. Slipping his hand into my push-up bra, he gripped my tit, spilling it from its lacy confines. My taut pink bud peeked out from behind his fingers.
“Look at you. Cunt full of my cock and your tit hanging out of your bra like a little slut.” My pussy clenched around his cock as he spoke. “Oh, you like that, huh? You like when I say vile things to you?” he asked, and I nodded. “Come on, baby. You know you need to use your words like a good fucking girl.” Every time he called me a good girl, my brain went fuzzy and my pussy ached. “Mm, come on, Orli, I know you can do it,” he rumbled against my ear.
“I love it,” I gasped.
“Yeah, you do. You gonna come for me?” he asked as he increased his pressure on my clit, never missing a beat with his hips. The fire coiled in my belly and each stroke of his fingers and thrust of his hips fed the flames. I nodded, unable to even form words at this point. “Good. Come for me,” he growled.
One more brush of his fingers, and I was flung into a sea of pleasure. My cunt quivered around his cock and pulled at him, taking him deeper. My moans echoed in the small bathroom as Jack grunted behind me.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he snarled against my cheek before he was thrown over the edge, too. He filled my cunt with his hot cum and continued to fuck it into me until it was seeping and dripping down my leg. “Ahh, fuck, your cunt’s got a death grip on my cock,” he groaned as he slowly pulled out. I watched my cheeks turn a shade of magenta in the mirror, and Jack gave me a smirk. “Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, girl,” he teased as he buckled his pants. I dropped my leg and righted my panties before I smoothed my skirt.
“Don’t worry. I’m not shy… just surprised.”
“Is that right?” He cocked his eyebrow and gave me that smirk again.
“Yeah. Maybe someday I’ll get to surprise you.”
“I look forward to it,” he said before he slapped my ass. He turned and left the bathroom without another word while I cleaned up.
Oh yeah. I was gonna get that asshole.
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