Chapter Eight
Skye
I school my features. If I’m in this industry, this should be no big deal for me. Just get this over with, and the agents can leave, I console myself.
I’m beyond shocked when Agent Philips turns around, his back to me now. Why would he want a gratuitous look at my boobs? Of course, he’s going to look away. He probably has a supermodel at home to match him in looks.
I remove my hands from the bodice. It slides off, and my breasts bounce free. The Great Dipper, or GD as I call him, doesn’t take his eyes off my face. At all.
I have to get this done so I can retreat into myself and agonize over every dumb decision I ever made. My gaze covertly lifts to the broad back of Agent Philips. He hasn’t turned around. I’m barely aware of Agent Harriet Montgomery but having another female with me is somehow comforting.
“You like what you see, big boy?” I ask. I get he might confuse my shyness as a ploy. It is so not. He doesn’t say anything at all, just stares at me.
“Tell me about yourself,” I say, doing that shifting thing, except now my full breasts bounce as I do. “You from around here?”
No reply. I try a different tactic.
“I like your mask,” I say and bite my lip, like Lily taught me. “And your muscles. They’re so big.”
And the flirting award goes to Skye Jennings.
Why won’t he say anything? Agent Montgomery is gesturing for me to get a move on. My job is to lure the man out. Great, he paid me three grand, and for his trouble, I’m selling him out to the FBI.
“You want to know what my deepest, darkest fantasy is, big boy?” I don’t wait for him to answer because I know he won’t.
“I like to be chased by a man wearing a mask in the forest, in the dark, and when he catches me, I want him to force my legs apart and drive his enormous cock into me, over and over again until I scream, until I come so hard, I shake and squirt and…”
I stop because I’m 100% certain GD just issued what I think sounded like a growl. Also, everything that I said is verbatim from one of the erotic stories I read the night before.
“I want you to come out here to me and chase me, GD, and then fuck me with your big cock until I scream. Can you do that for me, please? I want to see you in person, GD.” That sounds too technical. “I need to see you in person, GD.” I drop my voice, making myself sound as sultry as possible.
“Can we meet, pretty please? Or better yet, come and kidnap me.” The only reason I say that is because I know with certainty that BBB takes their girls' safety extremely seriously. There’s no way anyone could trace our whereabouts to find out where we live or break into the system to steal our personal information. I take huge comfort in that.
“Come and kidnap me, GD. There’s a coffee shop in Soho, the one with the giant red cup and saucer on the sidewalk. Do you know that coffee shop?”
No answer. I can’t take this anymore. I need it to end. I need it to be over so I can carry on with my life.
“That’s where I’ll be tomorrow at noon. Just say you’ll be there, watching me, waiting to take me.
Please be there. I need to feel your lips on me.
” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting it.
“I need to feel your mouth punishing my nipples.” I place my hands on my throat, then run them down to my nipples, where I pinch them softly and then nearly choke on the moan I try to suppress.
GD’s eyes follow my every movement now. A fresh deluge of wetness soaks my panties as he licks his own lips.
Unconsciously, I raise my gaze to the FBI agent still with his back to me.
“I need to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy.” My hands lower to my lap. He can’t see them shaking with nerves.
“Come to me, GD; come chase me and fuck me. Come get me and—”
Dear god, will the FBI have to put me in witness protection now? I can’t deal with that. I have things to do, dammit.
My screen goes blank. The video call disconnected. I have no idea what this means.
“He’s gone,” I say to Agent Montgomery as I hastily slip back into my robe and strangle myself with the belt. I’m shaking so much; I’m worried I’m going to pass out.
Agent Philips turns around, and my world is on fire again. His gaze glides over me, from my lips to my breasts to the vee where my thighs meet. I swallow so hard that I may have swallowed my tongue.
“You did great, Ms. Jennings.” Agent Montgomery says, shaking my hand. “We’ll take it from here.”
I don’t ask her if it’ll work. I don’t care. I just want my space back.
“Yes, thank you, Skye. You single-handedly helped to capture a notorious villain.” Agent Philips says and offers me his hand. Is he nuts? I’m not touching him. My body will combust right there.
He smiles at me, except it’s like he’s seeing right through the robe I’m wearing, right to my bare breasts, to my wet pussy, and yet there’s nothing salacious in his expression. Am I imagining all this?
Of course I am. I’m a virgin; I know nothing about things like this. Well, a virgin for a few more days, anyway.
Agent Philips drops his hand and slips it into his pants pocket.
“We’ll see ourselves out, Ms. Jennings. Take care,” Agent Montgomery smiles at me kindly.
My apartment is so small, they have to pass me closely to get to my door. Agent Montgomery leads the way. Agent Philips follows. But as he passes me, he stops and drops his lips to my ear.
“Keep your door locked, Princess.”