Shit, how could she have bee so careless?
Falling for the old “hypnotic TV” was so far beneath an agent of her caliber.
She’d managed to get invited to this private shindig with a mixture of allure, cunning, and just a little bit of force, and here she’d gone and blow her chance to rummage through on of the cities biggest criminals, Don Princeton’s private files.
She tried to shake her head in disgust, but it remained still, the colourful patterns on the TV already having captured her motor control.
She’d hated spending the day shopping for a girly dress and hours at the salon to make sure she’d blend in, a complete deviation from her normal jeans and t-shirt she spend most of her days in.
Thinking back now though, well, it wasn’t really that bad was it? A day of shopping on the agencies dime, being pampered at the salon?
No, no, no!
She focused on her job, she wasn’t some kind of blonde bimbo that liked shopping and makeup, she was a federal agent! She wouldn’t let this stupid TV get the better of her, she just had to focus on her training.
Unfortunately the buzzing in the back of her head had already migrated southward and now her moist pussy was demanding more and more of her attention, even if she couldn’t actually move to attend to it.
She pushed the though of her needy cunny out of her head and instead focused on her assignment, Don Princeton. A memory of one of the surveillance photos of the man flashed in her mind’s eye; in his fifties, a little overweight, dressed in a cheap suit, a wolfish grin that always seemed to be on his lips whenever he looks at a woman. God how she wanted to wipe that grin off his face.
Thinking of Don turned out to be a mistake though as another of the surveillance photos came to mind, of him in a hotel room, naked, a blonde kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock.
Her nipples hardened instantly, her pussy started to leak down the side of her thigh, and her thoughts went to how jealous she was of the woman in the photo, to have a cock between her lips… and Don’s no less.
She whimpered in her own head and desperately tried to push the thoughts from her mind, but it was a losing battle. She managed to push the blowjob from her thoughts, only for it to be replaced with her giving him a titty fuck. She pushed her tits from her mind and it was replaced with her being fucked doggy style.
It only got worse and worse, until finally she heard the door to Don’s private office creek a little as it swung open.
She turned just in time to see Don step up close to her, that wolfish grin on his lips that sent her stomach into doing backflips and her pussy in to overdrive.
“Well, well, well, Agent Victoria Davidson, gotten yourself into a little bit of a pickle haven’t you?”
She giggled and nodded, biting her lower lip and blushing as well.
“Anything you’d like to say for yourself?”
She put her fingernail in the corner of her mouth and smiled at him, “Like, call me Vicki baby, and I totally wanna suck your cock. giggle“
Vicki then dropped to her knees and proceeded to wipe the wolfish grin off his face by replacing it with a smile of complete satisfaction.
