Chapter 8
Vanessa, posing as a Swift Corporation employee, gave the illusion of creating letters on her word processor. Seated in the reception area, she scrutinized e-mail coming through on the alternate server. All messages passed through the virus detection filters with flying colors. She saw nothing unusual that warranted investigation.
During her examination, she reviewed the strange situation with Janine. Her associate could not explain her sluggishness, nor why she was lying in bed with torn clothing. She had no recollection of the events that occurred. Furthermore, the metal disc found on her floor equally stumped her.
Janine was currently under observation. Vanessa insisted she be taken off the mission until further notice.
Vanessa awaited the lab's report. The technicians were thoroughly testing the metal disc to determine its origin and purpose.
During Vanessa's preoccupation with electronic messages and that disc, Jon Monroe spied on her. Dressed as a repairman, he secretly held watch while pretending to examine phone lines.
His mouth watered at the sight of her. Up close, Vanessa was even more enticing. He yearned for her in a way he never had another woman. Her face, body, personality—all contributed to a large-scale fantasy he nurtured. In his mind, he pictured her naked, gazing hungrily at him. The possibility of her genuinely wanting him gave Jon an erection. He could feel his dick swell in his pants after prolonged study of that sexy woman.
Fortunately, Vanessa was unaware she was being studied. She was too involved with her computer to pay him notice.
Don Slome came out of his office and called to Vanessa. "Miss Kingsley," he asked, "may I see you a moment?"
Vanessa maintained a straight-face as she collected a steno pad. She found her alias laughable, yet played the part. "Certainly, Mr. Slome."
Jon watched her rise to her feet. Vanessa had a lovely profile. She was absolutely beautiful. Long red hair draped her shoulders. Those large, jutting breasts strained beneath her blouse. He contemplated entirely surrounding that tiny waist with his hands. Just before she strode into Slome's private domain, he checked out her legs. They were spectacular.
The door closed behind her.
Jon envied Don Slome. To have Vanessa Storm away from prying eyes had to be the stuff of fantasies.
"We've received word from B.O.N.E. that unless the one hundred million is in their hands by midnight tomorrow," Don informed her, "they will unleash their virus."
Vanessa's eyes grew huge. "But how? There's been no sign of tampering with your defense shield. All incoming messages have been triple-checked."
"They claim our detection software is inferior to the technology they possess."
"They're bluffing. B.O.N.E. hasn't that kind of power. Advise your people to ignore their demands. I'll alert my team to increase security. Believe me, it won't happen."
"I wish I could be as confident." He lowered his voice. "Are you free this evening?"
She acknowledged his thirsty look. Their night of unrestrained passion was deliciously remembered. Vanessa had been so immersed in B.O.N.E.'s plot, she had ignored her sexual needs. Don was definitely the man for the job. "I could be."
"How about showing up at my place later?" he huskily proposed. "I'll have dinner waiting."
She hoped he served it between his legs.
Vanessa verified that her electric-charged vibrator was in her bag, among other F.U.R. gadgets. She wasn't about to leave herself unarmed.
The lab report startled her. The metal disc found in Janine's room produced overpowering impulses that crippled a person's will. The technician who prepared the summary thought it an extraordinary gadget—something fiendish only B.O.N.E. would create.
She realized someone had entered their apartment and attached it to Janine. What occurred while she wore it was probably not good. According to the technician, the wearer relinquished all physical and mental faculties.
Setting foot in the elevator, Vanessa planned to enlighten Don Slome about her discovery. She advised the lab to keep its results hush-hush.
The doors closed and she began her descent. Suddenly, the car stopped. Vanessa waited for her downward journey to resume, but after ten minutes, abandoned that hope. She smacked the alarm button, but no sound came.
She tried to remember if a guard was on duty. Surely, someone had to know the elevator was out of service.
Consulting her watch, Vanessa fumed.
Don Slome arranged an erotic adventure.
Lying on his bed without a single article of clothing, he anticipated Vanessa's arrival. He purposely extinguished all lights in his apartment, favoring the grope-one's-way-through-the-dark method. He left his front door unlocked, expecting that Vanessa would automatically figure out his intentions.
An image of Vanessa—naked and aroused— filled his mind. Slowly, he reached for his cock. The air-conditioned breeze gave him a semi-erection. Quietly, he stroked himself. He exercised care in not bringing himself to orgasm. He sought momentary stimulation. He wished to greet her with a giant boner.
Blood flowed into his shaft, engorging it. He looked forward to another session with that delightful secret agent. The thrill of her wet, hugging pussy almost caused him to shoot. He reduced his pace. His dick throbbed, anxious for another taste of her.
Moments later, he heard the front door open. The soft footsteps obviously belonged to his anticipated guest.
His bedroom door opened. Moonlight poured through the blinds, casting shadows. He recognized her familiar silhouette and mop of red hair. Mutely, she came to him. Her coat opened, then fell. Don grinned. She was completely naked beneath her wrap.
"Vanessa—"
She put a finger to her lips, calling for silence. He played along.
Vanessa climbed into bed, settling between his legs. His dick twitched with excitement. Her hot breath fanned over his susceptible flesh. Without further ado, her lips sank over his cock. He groaned, growing inside her mouth. The veins strained beneath the tautly stretched skin. Up and down those juicy lips went, stirring him into a frenzy.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, clenching his fists. Her moist pull drove him wild. She urgently downed him, taking him in ambitious mouthfuls. Bubbly saliva covered his cock. Her thumbs rotated his balls. Dragging his feet up the silk sheets, he trembled. He dug his heels into the mattress to absorb the sweet chills she provided. She draped that huge pile of red hair over his lap. He couldn't see how much she took—but he could feel it. "Slow down, baby," he croaked. "I'm going to cum too fast."
Briskly, she sucked him. Her tongue ran up and down his length, aggravating his condition. His pupils curved upward, his breath became ragged. He couldn't hold back. Those lips demanded his cum. Groaning, he yielded to them. He exploded in that hot vacuum.
"Jesus," he muttered, jerking inside those tense lips. Shuddering, he creamed in her face. "Arghh. Arghh."
Vanessa downed his torrent of jism. He heard her gulp his furious discharge.
At the conclusion of his relief, he dragged her into his arms. Vanessa dragged her swollen nipples over his hairy frame. Her velvety flesh made him tingle. She sighed with delectation.
"You did me so good, baby," he whispered. When he had clarity of vision, however, his heart nearly stopped. He saw not those exotic emerald pupils, but ice cold blue eyes. "Who—who are you?"
The woman who had just sucked his dick ripped off her wig. Her brunette hair was tightly wrapped into a bun. She shook it free, letting it fall to her shoulders. "Fooled you, didn't I? Permit me to introduce myself. I am Claudia Blake."
"Why have you pretended to be Vanessa?" Realization slowly dawned on him. "You work for B.O.N.E., don't you?"
"Brilliant deduction." She withdrew a metal disc from a bag he hadn't seen. "For that, you win a prize."
Don clamped her wrist. "What is that gizmo?"
"You'll see."
She tried putting it on his forehead, but he stopped her. "No, you don't. We'll wait until Vanessa arrives. I want her to examine it."
Claudia smirked at the strength he exhibited. His defiance aroused her. "There's no need to be afraid of it. I won't hurt you."
His brow creased. "That's for Vanessa to decide."
Claudia writhed against his manly body. Despite his baldness and conservative manner, Don Slome was an attractive man. She thoroughly enjoyed the masquerade and blowing him. His guttural reaction just before he exploded turned her on. She swirled through his thick matting, flicking his nipples. "I liked it when you came in my mouth. Your jism flooded my cheeks. I savored it before swallowing."
She recognized his quickened heartbeat. Its staccato beat put her on alert.
"Isn't it nice, being naked together?" she purred. "When a man and a woman's skin touch, sparks ignite." She rubbed her pussy against him. "Don't you think?"
Don was taken by her silky voice. Although he didn't trust the woman, she indisputably stirred him. Her satin texture did thrill him. Although he tried not to dwell on it, her silkiness kept his dick swollen. Her tickling pubes diverted him. He recalled the urgent pull of her lips, urging him to cum. The blow job she gave him had been phenomenal.
Still, he remained on guard. She was a deceptive creature.
Claudia could feel him respond to her nudity. "You're all man, Don Slome. I wouldn't mind fucking you. I don't usually give my pussy to just any man. He has to be special. But you ... I think that would be incredible."
His blue eyes peered into hers. She gave rise to his passion. Her soft words renewed his desire.
In that moment, Claudia attacked. She eluded his grip and affixed the disc to his forehead.
"Jesus," he muttered. Immediately, he let go of her wrist. Fresh sweat trickled from his brow. His handsome face contorted. His eyes closed, his mouth twisted and the stream of unintelligible words began.
Claudia reveled at the sight of him writhing under her. He groaned, fighting the electronic impulses that surged through his brain. She caressed his furry chest, soothing him during his descent into blackness.
"Yes," she laughed, relishing her power. She squirmed over his muscular frame. "Let the disc prepare you for questioning. You cannot fight it. Surrender to its vibrations."
Don's head pitched from side to side. Helplessly, he submitted to its computerized forage.
"Will Swift comply with B.O.N.E.'s wishes?" she asked him. "Will they pay the ransom?"
"No," he said through clenched teeth. His face was awash with sweat. "F.U.R. has advised us not to."
"You mean ... Vanessa Storm, don't you?"
"She's formulated a plan."
Claudia's lips curved. "I'd like to see her try." If that red-headed agent flattered herself as the fly in her ointment, she was sadly mistaken. Claudia planned to personally derail her scheme. "Who do I need to watch? Who's working in concert with her?"
Don relayed the few remaining executives involved with F.U.R. He spouted their names without hesitation. His name met inclusion in that list.
"You're wasting your time," Claudia clucked. "B.O.N.E. has Swift Corporation by the short hairs. Your money is practically on deposit in our account."
She couldn't wait to have an audience with her superior. Furnishing him with freshly acquired information would earn her a huge promotion. Power motivated Claudia.
Don's anguished demeanor enhanced her appetite. Their session had been most productive. She removed the disc from his damp forehead. Gradually, he regained his coherence.
Don gazed into Claudia's eyes. Her deception was no longer an issue. He couldn't check the impulse to devour those wanting lips. He pulled that voluptuous body to him. Claudia crushed her tits to his chest. Whimpering, she cupped the back of his head.
Taking his tongue into her mouth, she gave vent to the passion she earlier experienced. Don raced her pulse. She truly wanted him.
Their kiss fogged Don's brain. Claudia drew him into a tingling mist that jolted every cell in his body. He delved into her warmth, welcomed by her tongue. She stirred against him.
Claudia's feathery touch accentuated the moment. Don's massive hard-on pressed into her mound. She claimed her prize. The thought of stuffing him into her pussy made her weak.
Don pushed himself into shrinking pulp. Claudia sucked him into her warm, greedy pussy. She hastily descended his bony stalk. Swinging her hips, she worked him into her cunt. Hungrily, she consumed him.
"Yes, I want all of it," she moaned, grounding herself to his heavy stem. "Fuck me with your big cock. Jam me. Oh, yeah. I love the way it feels in my pussy."
Don groaned. Claudia moved like fire on top of him. Her erect nipples stabbed into his flesh. Her tits bumped his chest. Those slick walls clutched and pulled. She was so wet, he almost slipped out. He gasped from her moist heat. In and out his dick went, filling that starved snatch. His balls struck her ass when she down thrusted.
Claudia wildly indulged herself. Don was far better than she imagined. Driving his shaft, she gave herself with abandon. She buried him deep in her pussy. Briskly, she humped him, riding that stiff cock. Her quick movements created an exquisite suction in her cunt. Her juicy snatch streaked up and down that rock-hard thing.
"Yeah," she sobbed, jerking herself. The wet, rubbing sounds of her pussy turned her on. She thoroughly greased his shaft. "Fuck me."
Don viewed her as a tigress—a sexual predator. Bracing himself, he speared that drenched slot. His cock sliced through her silky knot. That burst of female energy nearly made him cum. Claudia complicated the issue by raking his shoulders with her nails. Arching her back, she caressed his balls. He didn't think he could handle much more.
"I want you to jizz," Claudia whimpered, as though reading his mind. She fondled his balls while humping him. "Come on, baby. Cream my pussy. I want to feel you squirt. Oh, yeah."
Don swallowed hard. Those silky fingers on his taut pouch generated a sapping current. He neared eruption. "You're unbelievable."
"Better than your darling Vanessa?" she sneered, galloping strongly. "Aren't you glad to have me instead?"
Don yielded to the tug of her snatch. That juicy clutch was incontestable. He lost himself in her undulating flesh. The urge to relieve himself became total.
"Yeah." She shivered. "Ohhhh."
"Ughhh. Ughhh."
Claudia collapsed in his arms. His heart hammered against her. She purred with delight. Don got her off nicely. She wouldn't mind another shot at him.
Something, however, had to be done about that nuisance, Vanessa Storm. Although they had never met, Claudia thoroughly despised her. She heard so much about the woman, it made her sick.
Claudia was going to take care of that bitch, once and for all. She would take pleasure in getting her out of the way.