Chapter 3
Vanessa Storm scrutinized the e-mail message issued by B.O.N.E. The sender used a generic address to disguise its origination point, and thereby concealing its headquarters. It demanded one hundred million dollars from Swift Corporation, or threatened to infect its network with its damaging virus.
She glanced up at its Board of Directors. "Call their bluff. I'd like to see them try penetrating your multiple levels of security. Your safeguard system is state-of-the-art. You spent millions perfecting it. This is an excellent opportunity to test its capability."
"They admit having access," Tom Griffith, Vice President of Operations stated. A tall, slim, craggy-faced man with dark hair, he seemed the most disgruntled. B.O.N.E.'s warning directly impacted his area. He personally oversaw the development of their password program. His dark eyes conveyed his concern. "Defying them might be to our detriment."
"We'll have to monitor the incoming messages and scan them for possible viruses," she proposed.
"The strain B.O.N.E. designed is virtually undetectable," Griffith scoffed. "It randomly attaches to key execution files, then activates without warning."
"We could redirect all e-mail to separate servers until it could be thoroughly analyzed," recommended Don Slome, Vice President of Research and Development. "Every piece would undergo severe testing before we released it."
"That might be our wisest approach," Steve Hurst, Vice President of Marketing, agreed. "We could switch over to a duplicate server until the threat has passed."
"We might experience a sluggish response time," reminded Kathy Norfolk, Vice President of Sales. "The secondary server is designed for disaster recovery. We may wish to invest in a new, independent server."
"Fools!" Tom Griffith scoffed. "You don't realize who you're dealing with. This organization has crippled many companies who challenged them. We are not in the position to accept that gamble."
"Have you lost faith in your password protection scheme?" Vanessa quietly surmised. "Will it fall short of standing guard for Swift?"
Griffith sneered at her. He blatantly resented her presence in their conference room. His skepticism of F.U.R. and its administration showed. An egotistical man in his mid-forties, he disbelieved a young, beautiful woman had a beat on the technological scene. "They've already broken through. B.O.N.E. must have a staff of professional hackers at their disposal."
"And how did they happen to crack those lines of code?" Vanessa inquired. "Have you questioned your programmers?"
"Yes. They claim to know nothing of how those passwords fell into B.O.N.E.'s hands."
"I find that odd," Vanessa mused.
Griffith fumed. "Why should that be the case, Miss Storm? You know nothing of our industry. How could someone of your ignorance hope to understand such sophisticated technology?" he argued, feeling as though under interrogation.
"Then you contend that it is far more prudent to pay the ransom?"
He slammed his fist to the table. "We have no choice."
"I say we shift to secondary servers," Don Slome insisted, "and re-route all inbound messages."
"I concur," Kathy Norfolk said.
"Shall we take a vote?" suggested their chairman, Mike Naughton.
Vanessa ignored the silent hostility Tom Griffith aimed. A show of hands were in favor of the alternate server with new passwords issued daily. A concerted effort would be put forth to prevent the virus from penetrating their system. Meanwhile, F.U.R. would inspect the inbound messages and trace them to their point of origination. They had created a program that dynamically accomplished it.
Tom Griffith stormed out of the room. He wanted no part of a scheme concocted by a big-busted, red-headed fraud. He showed flagrant disrespect for F.U.R. and its capacity to derail B.O.N.E.
"I'd like to work with you," Don Slome said to Vanessa after the meeting was declared over. "My department traditionally writes the in-house software."
Vanessa took inventory of the young executive with the premature balding head of hair and glasses. Don was much more attractive at closer range. His blue eyes enticed her. "It would be nice working with someone who isn't openly resistant to F.U.R."
He grinned. "You mustn't let Tom rile you. He's arrogant by nature. He runs Operations, military style. Acknowledging the corruption of his security system was a blow to his ego."
She liked his deep, masculine voice. She recognized a distinct sexiness about him. Men such as Don concealed their virility like a secret weapon. When the glasses and suit came off, a veritable tiger emerged on the scene. "I hope he will cooperate. F.U.R. is dedicated to curtailing B.O.N.E.'s activities."
"We'll pledge our total support. We value your assistance, regardless of the impressions Tom submitted. Swift is indebted to F.U.R. We're relieved a government agency is taking a stand against B.O.N.E.'s diabolical plot."
"Let's begin at once. Where would you like to meet?"
"How about my place?" he huskily suggested.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned the second Don's wriggling tip made contact. Keeping her thighs separate, he explored her snatch. She watched it descend. His tongue sliced through hot, juicy squish. "Oh, yeah." Don caressed her buttocks while lifting her to his mouth. Vanessa, completely naked, arched her spine and leaned against his voracious expression. His sinuous tip warranted her submission.
Don plunged into her cunt for honey. Extending himself to her utmost depths, then twisting about, he provoked a steady flow. The walls of her pussy oozed with juice. His tongue absorbed her tasty trickle, tapping its supply. Vanessa's whimper excited him. He was conscious of his erect cock throbbing against his silk sheets. Eating Vanessa gave him a raging hard-on. Listening to her breathless squeal ignited a tumultuous passion. He couldn't resist drinking her nectar. The caress of his tongue yielded a rich flow.
As she suspected, the thirty-three year old executive proved quite a charmer. They discussed implementing a variety of plans over dinner. Don staged an elaborate seduction. He fixed her with those blue eyes and lured her with that manly tone. Double entendres peppered their conversation. He alluded to having the "necessary equipment" and invited her to sample it. She advised him with a smile that it might have to endure brutal testing. He told her he was "up" for the challenge.
He held firm to her pressure of his thigh. The hem of her skirt provocatively rose. He glimpsed the lacy pattern of her underwear, not to mention the perfection of her legs. She fed him raw vibrations, which he returned in a blink. They were on the same wavelength.
Shortly afterward, they ripped off their clothes and tumbled into his king-sized bed for some much-needed relief.
Vanessa moaned as he held fast to her cunt. Pressing her snatch to his mouth, she fed him her tangy sauce. That winding tip sponged her leakage. She trembled as it nimbly rolled over her clit. His intoxicating wiggle quickened her joy. Don knew precisely where to go, where to linger. His perceptiveness put a kink in her toes.
Obviously, the man had spent time eating pussy before, she assumed.
Vanessa relinquished herself to the hot tickle dominating her lower region. Don gulped her sugary outpour. She moaned as he clamped his lips to her slippery folds and sucked the excitement from her body. He licked her pussy so thoroughly, there wasn't a section unattended.
His tongue divided her pink flaps. She observed the bald top of his head between her red pubic wisps. His gluttony for cunt plainly reflected on his handsome face.
"Oh yeah, baby," she whispered, "eat it."
Her hips pivoted around his head. Glimpsing the tongue that worked her clit tremendously stimulated her. That zealous point whipped her into a frenzy. She could scarcely digest the sensations he delivered with each whisk.
Vanessa's nipples swelled. They ached from the continuous stream of ecstasy. Scooping her tits together, she massaged her thick stubs. Rapture surged to every vessel of her body. That electrical current was intensified by the wet, ticklish movements taking place between her legs. Don's application brought a luxuriant shiver. Gritting her teeth, she twisted against his curling tip. She exhaled sharply as he went deeper into her cunt. He darted about, elevating her temperature. She briskly stroked her nipples in response to that burst of energy.
Don Slome gazed at Vanessa Storm, locked in heavenly transport. He apparently underestimated his depth of artistic expression. Her fingers slid from her swollen nipples. Don recognized the fire he kindled. It spread to those distended nubs. Sweat trickled from those bullet-shaped ends. She couldn't hide her pleasure—it branched to every part of her body. Her thighs moved absently around his nodding head. His tongue made her very juicy. Thirstily, he drank her female essence.
He wondered if all agents of F.U.R. were equally delicious. When advised that the government had sent one of their finest agents to combat B.O.N.E., he never dreamed he would meet someone as sexy as Vanessa. Her long, flowing red hair and indisputable beauty dazzled him. Those emerald green eyes blew him away. He'd had a massive hard-on throughout dinner, wondering what would be like in bed. That she found someone of his average looks attractive flattered him. Most women dismissed him as the boring intellectual type. Don never considered himself a stud, yet thoroughly enjoyed sex and relished experimentation. Basically shy, he refrained from advertised those qualities.
With Vanessa, he felt quite adventuresome.
Vanessa sobbed in his suctioning embrace. She writhed in his extended pucker. Her big tits shifted as she humped his face. Her clit slid up and down his wiggling tongue. Don siphoned the juices from her cunt. When lapping the dew from her flaps, he envisioned fitting his cock into that moist snatch. Nothing would provide him greater enjoyment than to fuck that sexy woman.
Don's tongue kept the lips of her pussy apart while drilling her juicy squish. He dipped into her snatch, sponging its walls. Her innermost muscles snagged his tongue as though it were his cock, seeking to milk it. Don eluded its grasp, slithering in and out of its coil.
Vanessa moved like fire beneath his limber whips. He lit her fuse. She trembled, feeling the tremors culminate. Don sought her climax with determination. His orgasm-inducing tip hastened her journey.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, submitting to the contractions. "Oh, yes. Ohhhh. Oh, baby."
Don stayed with her until that last, appreciable shake. Vanessa buckled against his pressed lips. He sent her crashing to earth. He threw her sense of direction off course. She shook uncontrollably, gasping for air. That tongue pursued her while she hurtled through space.
Vanessa went numb. All sensation in her froze. Bringing her to an explosive orgasm, Don went the distance. That debilitating force rendered her incoherent.
Don's cock throbbed against the sheets. He couldn't endure another minute. He had to have her.
He detached himself from her pussy, then covered her quivering form. Their lips came together. Vanessa kissed that cunt-scented mouth. The taste of herself, mingled with that of Don, quickened her pulse.
Vanessa savored the firm, matted chest that flattened her tits. She loved the furry arms that enclosed her. Don's hair-rough thighs separated her legs. His large cock pulsated against her stomach. She brushed that heavy shaft with her damp pussy.
"I want you inside me," she whispered thickly in his ear.
Don adjusted his aim, then entered her. Vanessa reconciled herself to that filling thrust. He plunged into her soaked cunt.
"Oh, yeah," Don groaned, burying himself between those sleek, tanned legs. He made contact with hot squish. Her pussy locked about him, completing his connection. He had carefully negotiated that snug hole before pressing himself into it. His cock probed her moist, silken heat. His palms rested on those huge tits. Automatically, his thumbs revolved around her inflated nipples. Those emerald pupils glazed over. Her lips formed a trembling circle.
Vanessa gripped his compact buttocks. She barely subdued the urge to scratch him with her nails. Don packed her cunt. He smashed that huge thing into her orgasm-ravaged pussy. She centered upon that giant member as he pushed it to the limit. Advancing toward her womb, his dick felt like bone. Her pussy greased him to the hilt.
Don reflected guttural satisfaction. A delirious smile took shape as he savored her tight cunt. His blue eyes dulled with luxury as he basked in her juicy warmth.
"Fuck me," Vanessa moaned, craving movement.
He receded from her saturated loins, almost disconnecting before spearing them with his full length. Her ass slammed to the mattress as those balls slapped her. He ground his wide stem in her cunthole. Vanessa shrank around that pulsing mass. Don gasped from her cuntal squeeze. His senses were awash with blistering images.
Imposing her juicy clasp, Vanessa marveled at his handsome complexion. He pumped her slowly, making her moan. She thought him vastly different without his glasses—they definitely disguised the feral beast that lurked beneath his conservative exterior.
She raked his flexing buns. He pushed into her, driving his cock with authority. Gasping, she received it. That thing really opened her cunt. He sank to her tender center, almost kissing her womb. Back and forth he went, reminding her with each stroke that she had a real man between her legs.
"Yeah," she whimpered, enjoying each imperative thrust. "More. Don't stop."
Don cupped her quivering ass cheeks and pulled them toward him. He crammed himself into her juicy center. He pulsed madly in the grip of that spongy warmth. Her wet snatch grabbed him, curling his toes.
Vanessa's pussy, which suctioned itself to his rigid cock, pulled him in silky increments. Don felt the exquisite tug of those inner muscles as she enclosed his huge shaft. He pushed his cock into those warm, sticky lips with an audible gulp. She compressed every embedded inch.
He framed those big tits with his hands. Her nipples screamed for his mouth. Eagerly, he devoured one.
Vanessa's eyes closed from his initial suck. Her nub floated in a pool of saliva. She gasped from the brush of his teeth.
He nibbled on that pink stub while stuffing his cock into her wet pussy. Her slick walls provided a noisy reception. He loved listening to the attachment of that sodden pulp.
Vanessa panted. Don charged into her pussy, splitting her lower region. Hard, thriving flesh occupied her condensing snatch. His mushroom-shaped knob inched toward her womb. She ground against that unyielding mass, bracing herself for his descent.
Don swallowed roughly as that pussy seized him. It took hungry gulps of his dick, absorbing him to the root. His balls strained around its pinched entrance. Deeply, he drove into that soaked cunt.
He couldn't reconcile himself to the anomaly of fucking a secret agent—particularly one as magnificent as Vanessa Storm. Her pussy demanded more of him with each gobbling thrust. Those walls progressively tightened around him. He managed to squeeze through her slick vise to give her the most from each stroke.
He clutched her big tits, letting those upraised nubs singe his palms. Vanessa's boobs were splendidly round and soft. He snagged those billowy cushions. That well-stacked agent sobbed from his fervent assault.
"Squeeze those tits," Vanessa begged. "Tweak my nipples."
Don obliged. Enclosing that thick stub with his thumb and forefinger, he wrung its sweetness. Vanessa's lips curved in pleasure while he catered to her whim.
He jammed her with hard dick, steadily pumping her pussy. Her balls struck her bouncing ass. He throbbed in her hot encasement.
"Yes," she cried, gyrating her hips. She loved the coarseness of his muscled thighs against her delicate flesh. Don's bristly weave excited her. She hugged herself to him, immersing her pointed nipples into that deep shag. Placing a palm to his breast, she detected a rapid heartbeat. Roaming through that forest, she flicked his nipple.
He flinched from that unanticipated move.
She mouthed his tender nape. Her teeth gently scraped his ear lobe. She underscored her teasing bites with butterfly whips. Her flickering tongue sent delightful chills down his spine.
"Oh, baby," he muttered, collecting each cheek with his hands and pulling her tightly to his aroused body. "I'm going to explode."
"Do it," she implored. "Cum in my pussy."
His features went red, his blue eyes moist. An animal growl rose from his throat. Vanessa felt his warm, gooey collection. He twitched while squirting his dense fluid.
She humped herself to a satisfying conclusion. Don's spurting member contracted within her hot coil. He managed to stay hard, even after creaming.
Vanessa took advantage of its rigid state. She rolled on top of him, impaling herself on that big fleshy spike. Though dazed, Don cooperated. She needed several more seconds of his big thing. Her pussy squeaked up and down that rigid column, getting all it could. She loved the trust of that woman-pleasing monster. "Yes, baby. Just a little more. I'm so close."
Don, paralyzed with excitement, watched her ecstasy blossom. Vanessa on fire—an awesome vision to witness, he deliriously thought. His equipment functioned to provide her the means of getting to that destination. Although fatigued, he met the exhaustive plea of that pussy. He stayed hard for her to fuck. Her cunt sloppily kissed his tall cock. Those wet, constricting lips gripped his foundation. Her fragrant seepage trickled to his balls. He drove himself into her squishy heart.
Those enormous breasts bounced above, commanding his attention.
He raised his hips and drove himself even higher into her mushy cunt. He endured her tremors as he inched through her clenching slime. Her juices soaked his lap.
Vanessa neared her peak. She made no attempt to delay orgasm and submitted to it. Secured to Don's cock, she galloped to her jolting peak. "Oh, God. Ohhhh." She shuddered from the crippling voltage that raged through her system.
Don smiled up at the fiery redhead taking pleasure from him. He speared into that spasming cunt while she rocked on his lap. He reaped satisfaction from that pussy closing around him, squeezing out the last bit of enjoyment. She milked the final drops of jism from his cock.
Vanessa, drained of energy, inevitably collapsed on top of him. Burying her face in his neck, she disbursed hot, loving kisses. She ran her fingers through the carpeting of his chest while murmuring her contentment.
Jon Monroe peered through the high-powered telescope, admiring Vanessa Storm. The F.U.R. agent was one of the most spectacular he had seen. He surveyed her from an abandoned apartment across the street. B.O.N.E. ordered him to watch Slome and several of the other board members. The voluptuous redhead fired his imagination the second he glimpsed her. Within seconds, he researched her through B.O.N.E.'s database and learned her name and other pertinent statistics.
His discovery warranted immediate notification to his superior. Jon lifted the telephone and began punching the sequence of numbers before freezing. A smile slowly formed on his face. B.O.N.E. would send someone to dispatch Vanessa Storm in an flash. They disliked dealing with F.U.R. or any other government agency.
Jon decided he would take care of the situation, in a manner enjoyable to himself.