One Naughty Girl
By Alexx Andria
Copyright 2011 by Alexx Andria
Smashwords Edition
Good God, Landry needed a good fuck.
And with one quick glance at her snoring husband beside her, she knew it wasn’t going to come from him.
For that matter, she wasn’t going to come from him.
Too bad her vibrator was too loud or else she’d just tune herself up with her favorite little toy. Her husband snorted in his sleep and rolled over. She nudged him with her foot to test how deeply he slept. When he didn’t so much as move a muscle at her little prod, she grinned and wiggled out of her lace panties. The smooth cotton sheets beneath her ass made her think of Carlos and how he’d fucked her on this very bed before her husband had come home from work. That was a fun day…her little pussy had been well-worked and satisfied, her juices had fairly run down her leg along with his cum when they’d finally finished — wet and exhausted. Just thinking of that day was enough to start her motor.
Landry slid her fingers done her flat belly, remembering how Carlos’ tongue had followed the same trail, plunging into the sweet circle of her navel, toying with the tiny button until his mouth traveled to that greedy, hot little core, dripping with her pussy juice, practically soaking the sheets beneath her. How quickly had she come with Carlos’ talented tongue? Pretty damn quick. Carlos has eaten her pussy like a professional, dipping his thick, long tongue into her hot sheath and rasping her clit with just enough pressure to make her moan and writhe, almost bucking against his mouth while he gripped her ass in his solid grip. He’d slurped and teased that sweet spot until she’d seen fucking stars and no longer knew her name. The memory — insanely fresh and immediate in her mind — slicked her pussy as easily as if it were Carlos himself getting her ready for his thick cock.
She stifled a moan as she scissored her legs, wishing he were there between her thighs, demanding her to cum, taking what he wanted from her with each ruthless thrust of his tongue and plunge of his finger deep inside her as he rang her bell so effortlessly.
Landry pinched her nipples bringing them to attention, yearning for a hot mouth to suck on them until she cried out for someone to fuck her. Her tits were always so sensitive. It didn’t take much to get her turned on if her tits were sucked and rubbed. Carlos had said her tits were damn near perfect. Just enough to overflow a handful but not too much that the nipples didn’t fit nicely in the mouth. She popped her finger in her mouth and slicked it with her own spit then ran her fingertip along the hot seam of her pussy, sighing as her own touch ignited the need slumbering inside.
She pushed her finger deep inside, wiggling as she searched for that elusive spot that her husband had never tried to find, and finding that roughened ridge, strummed herself while her thumb gently toyed with her clit. Her breath quickened as sharp points of pleasure spiked from her pussy to radiate through her body. She withdrew her finger and slicked her clit with her own juices, stifling a gasp as she slowly circled that throbbing pleasure zone until sweat had started to bead her forehead and her breathing became tight. Rubbing faster, careful not to jostle her husband, she flicked and teased her clit, then circled it again, this time harder. A soft moan escaped her lips and she pictured Carlos as he’d fucked her with his tongue, sucking that orgasm right from her body, and she lifted her hips, wishing Carlos was there, wishing it was his finger doing nasty things to her while she begged for more. Her movements became more frantic as the sensation built, and for a wild moment she didn’t care if her husband woke up and saw her fingering herself. She wanted him to see, wanted him to know that she was a terribly naughty girl — the likes of which he’d never known — and for that matter, wished she could tie him to his favorite chair forcing him to watch as she sucked a giant cock down her throat. Yes! That’s it! Holy fucking hell…Her breathing caught in her chest and her heart stopped as she came so hard that when she came to her senses, she was still rocking her hips against an imaginary lover, soaked in her own sweat, her pussy juice leaking in a warm slide down her thigh to the damp cotton sheets. Landry let out a deep sigh that bordered on a moan and then lifted her finger to her lips, inhaling the scent of her sweet, musky kitty kat, then slipped her finger into her mouth and licked it clean.
The last thing Landry thought as she drifted into dreamland was it was time to go hunting for some real fun. Something different. Something — someone — she’d never done before.
“Did you have a bad dream or something last night?” Landry’s husband Isaac asked as he adjusted his tie in the mirror that morning. Landry paused to think, remembering the dirty dreams her little pleasure session had inspired, and she shook her head with a sweet smile. Isaac frowned and turned his attention to the cuff links she’d purchased for Christmas last year. “I thought I heard you crying or maybe moaning.”
“Hmm…not me,” she said brightly, stifling a giggle. If only he knew. Isaac was a decent guy — made good money, had vanilla tastes in the bedroom, and let her do as she pleased as long as his needs were met — but he was deadly boring in the sack. Landry had discovered on her honeymoon her husband was decidedly unimaginative when it came to the pokey-pokey. If she could’ve taken a snapshot of his expression when she’d suggested that they try a little anal action, she would’ve framed it. Suffice to say, when she’d offered to tongue his ass, he’d looked at her with an expression of horror…and maybe disgust. For him, it was satisfying enough to stick it in, grunt a few times and spill. Nothing for her, no time for kink or foreplay. Yeah, Landry had lost patience for that kind of loving back in junior high.
But she’d truly tried to be a good wife in spite of Isaac’s complete lack of imagination.
Unfortunately, her attention span had outrun her good intentions.
Oh, at first she’d been devastated by her lack of self-control. And as she’d rinsed the scent of another man from her body in the shower, she’d vowed never to do it again.
That had lasted for about a week.
Then Brandon — the guy she’d hooked up with through an Internet dating site — had begged to fuck her again and how could she refuse? Her pussy surely couldn’t have refused. Brandon’s cock had been a lovely thick, mushroom-headed monster of fuckability. It’d been a wild ride, to say the least. She’d enjoyed his style, loved sucking his cock dry as his cum had hurtled down her throat, and she really loved how eager to please he’d been. If she’d have told him that she wanted to fuck him with a big, black strap-on cock, he’d have bent over and presented his little pink asshole. A girl’s gotta love that kind of willingness to do whatever was clever.
But her patience had begun to thin with Brandon when he’d kept insisting that she leave her husband. Not gonna happen. Isaac may be as dull as a butter knife when it came to fucking but he was nice to snuggle with on cold nights and he always brought her goodies when she least expected them. And, best of all, he never thought to ask questions.
That was a valuable quality in a husband in Landry’s opinion.
“Don’t forget about that dinner meeting I have tonight,” he said, grabbing his briefcase.
“Are you fucking your secretary?” she asked, catching him off-guard with her pointed question. She knew he wasn’t but it helped to keep him on his toes. She affected a suspicious expression. “You know, all those late nights…they just seem a little much lately. Can’t you cancel? Spend the evening with your wife?” She really had no interest in spending the evening at home but it looked good to pretend that she was the lonely, forgotten wife sitting at home, waiting for her dear husband. She blinked up at him. “Please, sweetheart?”
Isaac’s gaze softened with true distress and for a moment she actually felt bad for playing this game but she needed him out of the house for her to have any fun. “Honey, you know there’s no one but you. And besides, you’ve met my secretary. She’s not my type.”
She glanced at him through her lashes. “And what exactly is your type?”
“You.”
Landry smiled, stretching out on the bed. “Prove it.”
Isaac looked torn between the need to get to the office and the need to service his wife. She wondered which choice he’d make. To make things interesting, she made a private wager. If he fucked her right there and now, she’d actually stay home; but if he passed on the opportunity, she’d follow through with her plans to find a new boy-toy to occupy her time.
“Come on, Isaac,” she purred, rolling onto her knees and presenting her ass and pussy for his perusal. “It’s been a while…don’t you want me?”
He swallowed and groaned, but he glanced at his watch and she knew he’d choose work over the chance to sink his cock into her tight pussy.
“Honey, you know I want to, but if I’m late to this meeting…how about a raincheck?”
Landry lowered her ass and moved to a sitting position. She smiled indulgently. “Of course, sweetie. Have a good day at work.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re the best, you know that?”
Landry nodded sagely. You have no fucking idea.
She watched as her husband drove away and then drawing a deep breath, walked to the shower. She had a Brazilian wax and leg wax scheduled for later in the morning and she didn’t want to be late.
Tonight, she was going to her favorite place to find someone to play with and she wanted to look her best.
Landry pulled her cloak closer around her and waited for her friend and partner in crime, Derek, to join her. Derek liked to play for both teams but he mostly liked to watch others get it on. He loved watching Landry, said she had the best mouth he’d ever seen. She could take a good-sized cock right down her throat without so much as a hint of a gag reflex. The secret, of course, she told him, was plenty of practice to train your body to relax. Landry always brought Derek along when she visited her favorite playground, a sex club in the neighboring city. Safety first, she always said.
“How hungry is your Kitty Kat tonight?” he asked playfully.
She shot him a tortured look. “Starved. I haven’t had anyone to play with in months. This sabbatical from good sex is starting to make me cranky. I had to finger fuck myself last night to get off because I couldn’t get to my vibe. Usually, that’s not enough to get me to cum but I had some good visuals to help me along.”
“Do tell…”
“Remember Carlos?”
“The Latin lover…oh yes. I wish I could’ve watched. I bet he fucked good.”
“He was a decent lover but it was his tongue that made me weep. If there was an Olympic category for eating pussy, he would’ve medaled in gold.”
“That good, huh?” Derek said, impressed. “Think he would’ve sucked cock, too?”
“Ha, don’t get your hopes up. He wasn’t into that shit. And don’t think I didn’t try. You know I always share with my besties.” Landry winked, eliciting a laugh from Derek as they walked in.
The music throbbed as strange shadows danced on the walls from the writhing figures on the dance floor. The place was huge with several different rooms sectioned off for different types of play. She removed her cloak and handed it to a man who then gave her a ticket. She tucked the ticket in her tiny clutch and followed Derek. She wore a tight bustier that pushed up her tits like an offering to anyone who might be willing to suck them into their mouth, coupled with an equally tight leather micro mini. One little inch higher and her ass would be showing. Which was just how she liked it.
“What are we in the mood for tonight?” Derek asked, his gaze already roving the crowd, settling appreciatively on a couple here and there, and gauging interest as he looked. “How about a good spanking?” he asked, gesturing toward the BDSM room. “It’s been a while since we did that.”
“True, but last time the Dom got a little overzealous and I had a difficult time hiding the hand marks on my ass to Isaac. I’d rather not deal with the drama.”
“Fair enough. How about a good, old-fashioned doggy-style fuck?”
“Maybe,” she allowed, nodding. Truth was, she wanted everything! It’d been too long since she’d played. Now the overload was like a sexual smorgasbord. “Are you watching or playing tonight?” she asked.
Derek licked his lips. “Definitely playing. I need to get off in the worst way.”
“Awesome! Do I get to watch?” Landry asked, excited. She loved watching Derek give or receive head. He was always so demonstrative in his pleasure. He was a moaner. She liked vocal men. “It’s been awhile since I’ve enjoyed a good romp with you.”
He gave her a sly but playful look. “We’ll see. Let’s check out who’s milling around tonight.”
Derek was a well-built man in his early thirties who was almost too pretty in his good looks. They always made a striking couple, which is another reason Landry liked to have him by her side. He was also wonderfully flexible in his tastes. He could fuck a girl or suck a cock. A man like that was a valuable asset as far as she was concerned.
Landry’s gaze rested on an insanely hot woman with the cutest tits she’d ever seen, being led around by the collar by an equally hot guy.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Landry said to Derek who was already nodding.
“Hells yeah,” Derek said, admiring the pair. “Both are highly fuckable. The question is, which one I wonder?”
“Well, I’m not really into chicks so that leaves you either watching or joining in on the hetero-side of the blanket.”
He shrugged. “You know I’m game. Either one is delicious. Shall we make friends?” Derek suggested, gesturing for her to lead the way.
The excited tingle in her stomach made her smile. She loved making new friends.
“That’s a mighty pretty pet, you have there,” Derek remarked, letting his stare rake the woman’s body with obvious interest. “Do you like to share?”
The man, black and built like a professional football player, had muscle stacked upon muscle that was clearly visible beneath his silk shirt. Instantly Landry wanted to know if his cock was as big as his thick forearms. She’d never had a black cock before. What fun!
“Depends on who’s asking,” the man answered, his voice deep and firm, but Landry saw interest spark in his eyes. “You offering?”
“Maybe,” Derek answered, clearly interested in the black buck, though the chick tethered to him wasn’t hard on the eyes either. If Landry had been into girls, she might’ve enjoyed a piece of that ass. But as it was, Landry was a little old-fashioned. At least, tonight she was — and she wanted to feel that big, black cock filling her tight little pussy. In fact, just the idea made her wet and slippery inside. “Do you like what you see?”
The man grinned, showcasing straight white teeth that gleamed in the dim, throbbing light. His gaze flicked to Landry with obvious interest. “Oh yeah. Does she suck good cock?”
Derek cast a sidelong glance at Landry. “What do you say to that, sweetheart?”
Landry smiled sweetly and answered, “I could suck the chrome from a ball hitch but words are cheap, right? Drop your pants and I’ll show you.” He sucked in a tight breath and Landry could almost see his cock swelling beneath his pants. Her pussy clenched with excitement, eager to get fucked. But all good things came to those who played the best game. She flicked her gaze at the hot blonde waiting patiently at her Master’s side. She also wore a slave bracelet, linking her middle finger to the thin chain around her wrist. Landry had always found the Master/slave relationship fascinating, though not to her personal tastes. However, she knew that if her Master ordered it, the woman would do whatever he demanded. “Does your girl suck good cock?” she asked, watching the pretty blonde as she ducked her head as if bashful. Landry found the action cute. It made her want to taste her tight, rigid little nipples. How strange. She’d never been attracted to chicks. Well, she supposed there was a first time for everything.
“Care for a demonstration?” he asked, almost conversationally, as if the offering of his woman’s mouth on another man’s dick was as commonplace as asking if they’d like another canapé.
“Please.” Landry nodded, delighted. “On Derek or yourself?”
“Your choice,” he offered magnanimously.
“My friend, then,” Landry decided, giggling. Derek gave her an appreciative little nod and then followed the man and his girl into a private room.
The room, bathed in soft pink lighting, illuminated the soft sultry colors of the room. Giant pillows adorned the biggest bed Landry had ever seen and a mound of condoms filled a round silver bowl sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. Latex-friendly oils and lubes were also available.
Landry climbed onto the bed and watched avidly as Derek slowly unzipped his pants. Derek had a lovely cock, great for fitting in the mouth without too much trouble. Of course, Landry had fucked him the first time she’d seen him, but she’d found she much more enjoyed watching Derek get fucked than fucking him herself. Besides, they made great friends and play partners so why mess with a good thing with unnecessary complications?
The woman, names were unnecessary and Landry preferred it that way — it wasn’t like they were going to go for coffee later — approached Derek with a hungry smile on her slightly curved, full lips. Derek’s cock sprang free and she licked her lips, seemingly eager to have him in her mouth.
As her lips closed over Derek’s cock, Derek let loose with an appreciative moan that sent shivers dancing down Landry’s spine in anticipation. The black buck noted her quickened breath and the way she reveled in the scene before her.
“You like to watch?” he asked softly, appreciating her free spirit.
“I love to watch.”
“And how does my girl rate in her skills, pretty one?”
The way he phrased the question made Landry want to tear her clothes from her body so he could take her right that moment. She glanced at him boldly. “She’s excellent. I love how she’s cupping Derek’s balls while she deep throats him. Judging by the way Derek is moaning, I think he appreciates her skills, too.”
The man slowly unzipped his own pants and Landry sucked in an excited breath. “Oh God, that’s one beautifully large cock, Sir,” she said, knowing he’d appreciate the deferential title. “May I?”
“Of course, pretty one,” he said, lying on the bed, stretching out with his hands resting behind his head. Landry knelt at his side and lowered her mouth on his hard, rigid cock, loving how it completely filled her mouth, almost to the point of discomfort. She cupped his nut sack and tugged gently as she swirled the head with her tongue. A deep moan of pleasure told her he liked what she was doing and she moved her hand from his balls to the thick column of his turgid cock. Gripping him tightly, she slicked his cock well with her saliva until the skin slid easily beneath her grip, then she sucked and squeezed, loving the way the big thick muscles of his thighs tensed in time with her movements. She heard Derek getting close, his breathing quick and fast, groaning as his orgasm barreled down his cock. The sound of Derek cumming made her want to hear the big buck in her mouth cum so hard he shouted to the ceiling. She doubled her efforts, working him so hard and fast that his hips jerked as if he were trying to shove his cock down to her toes. He shouted, his meaty fists gripping the tawdry pink and purple bedsheet as his ass clenched, shooting a thick, hot load straight down her throat. She gulped greedily, working his shaft for each tasty drop, finishing with a final, teasing dart of the tongue across the soft and fleshy tips, causing him to jerk and spasm as the final waves of his orgasm subsided. Landry smiled and discretely wiped the corners of her mouth then turned to see Derek and his girl still engaged. Having cum already, Derek had started to playfully finger fuck the gorgeous blonde, grinning when they caught each other’s gaze.
“Nice and tight,” he said in a husky, approving tone. He withdrew his fingers and then licked them clean. He smiled in bliss. “Tastes like heaven. Want to try some pussy?”
Tempting but she needed cock. She shook her head, then looked to her black buck whose eyes still held a hungry and horny look that made her shiver and wet. “I think I need something else, if you know what I mean.”
The black buck chuckled and grabbed her by the hair with enough dominance to show he meant business but not enough to hurt. “You think you’ve earned this cock, my pretty?”
Ahhh, a game of domination. Landry licked her lips, eager for a little thrill. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed, writhing in his grip, showing him how much she needed to be fucked. “Please,” she begged prettily for his benefit. In her normal life she’d never beg. But it was fun to pretend.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He jerked her around, smiling as her tits threatened to pop from her bustier. “Please fuck me, what?”
“Sir,” she amended, squealing as he tossed her to the bed. She was nearly quivering with need, knowing that he was going to fuck her so hard, her fillings might pop out and God, she needed it. She wanted to feel so full of his cock that she wouldn’t know where he ended and where she began. Yes! She purred as she presented her ass for his approval. “Do me before I cum without you,” she teased, rubbing her naked pussy beneath the tight mini.
“You greedy little slut,” he murmured appreciatively, shoving her mini up, baring her ass and pussy for his pleasure. He rubbed the smooth skin of her ass cheeks then slapped them hard causing her to gasp. “You’ll cum when I tell you to cum.”
He reached between her pussy lips, slicking his fingers with her juices then pushed his fingers deep inside her, testing. “Nice little quim,” he murmured. “How many cocks have fucked this little hole I wonder?”
She pretended to be bashful. “Not many,” she lied.
He chuckled as if he knew she was lying through her teeth but didn’t mind. He withdrew his fingers and then fingered her little asshole, rimming it lightly with the fat digit. “And how about here, pretty girl?” he asked, pushing lightly against the rosebud.
Landry sucked in a tight breath, wondering if he was going to plug her hole. “Never,” she lied again.
“Then tonight’s your lucky night,” he said and she heard him digging into the bowl of goodies to find the right sized condom. She glanced over her shoulder as he sheathed himself, catching a glimpse of Derek eating out the blonde. Her breathless mewls and gasps filled the room with soft pornographic music to Landry’s ears.
Landry widened her stance and lifted her hips, eager for that fat cock to widen her hole, to pound into her. She was so fucking horny, she didn’t need the usual foreplay for anal. He slicked his sheathed cock with a liberal squirt of lube and then positioned that chubby head at her tiny hole. Her heartrate quickened with excitement and she nearly bucked wild with the sudden pressure when he pushed past the ring of fire, waiting for the tensing to ease, then pressed his cock deep into her ass.
“Ohhhhh,” Landry uttered a guttural moan, arching her back further to allow a full penetration.
“Like a pro,” he said, his voice tight with admiration and lust. “You opened up just like a porn star, baby.” Then he started to fuck her ass, wasting no time in plugging her hole as thoroughly as if he were fucking her pussy.
“Oh God,” she groaned, so close to cumming already. She didn’t even need to rub her clit; it was all she could do to hang on and take the pounding as he buried that massive cock over and over, shaking her body with each thrust. She thought she was going to explode, almost unable to take the intense pleasure that rocketed through her with the most insane efficiency. He shocked her with a slap to her ass as he drove into her, then rubbed the hot spot on her cheek, massaging the area that was likely reddened from his hand. He gripped her hips, demanding every mewling response, every gasped breath. Then he shouted and blew another load, this time in her ass. Relieved he’d cum first, she followed with a rip-roaring orgasm that left her collapsing as he withdrew his cock. He tossed the used condom and then with a satisfied grunt, lounged on the bed beside her, enjoying the show of Derek and his girl.
He turned to Landry, his gaze sated and warm. “You lied,” he remarked casually. “That was no virgin ass. You’ve been fucked like that before.”
She laughed, then shrugged. “Guilty.”
“If you were mine, I’d punish you until you couldn’t walk.”
Amused, Landry pushed up on her elbow. “Oh? Is that so? And how exactly would you punish me?”
“First, I’d tie you to my bed naked. Your every need would be attended to by me. From food to shitting. Then, I’d fuck you so many times you’d beg for rest. I’d eat your pussy until you wept from the pleasure and when you couldn’t take another moment of my cock and tongue, I’d make you service my girl. She loves a girl’s touch when I allow it.”
Landry sighed, so glad she wasn’t into the Master/slave thing. Now that her initial needs had been met, the domination routine was beginning to wear thin. Luckily, Derek and the blonde were finishing up as well, which meant they could say adios to their current play partners. “Well, sounds like a great time but my schedule just doesn’t allow for such lengthy play sessions.”
She stretched languidly and then moved to pop to her feet but his big hand gripped her arm in a way that made her suddenly wary. “I haven’t given you permission to leave, pretty girl.”
“Well, I’m finished playing with you and I’m ready to move on,” she replied sweetly, shooting Derek a warning look as she jerked her arm free. The fun was rapidly coming to an end in this room. “We’re outta here.”
“I don’t think so.”
Before Landry realized what was happening, the sweet demure blonde Derek had been eating out only moments prior, had locked her arms around his neck and was pressing a knife to his kidney.
“Holy sh—“ Derek’s expletive was cut short as she dug the point into his side. He sucked in a scared breath and looked to Landry who felt as if she’d just stepped from a really entertaining porno into a really bad action flick.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fearful. This had never happened before to anyone she’d ever known. This kind of shit didn’t happen to real people, right? She tugged at her mini, suddenly hating that this freak had fucked her. “Don’t be stupid. There are laws against this shit, you know.”
He ignored her. “I’ve been looking for a new pet to add to my menagerie. You’d make a perfect addition.”
“I’m already married. I don’t need another keeper,” she replied flatly, looking for an immediate escape route. The door wasn’t far but she couldn’t leave Derek behind. The blonde looked ready to skewer him. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you. Security is one good scream away.”
“You won’t scream,” he assured her.
“And why is that?”
“Because my girl will gut your friend and leave his carcass. While security is busy with the body, we’ll be slipping out the back. My car is waiting outside.”
His car? Who was this guy? Some kind of rich freak who got off on kidnapping people to turn into his sex slaves? She licked her dry lips, cursing her insatiable sex drive for landing her in his twisted scenario. She should’ve stayed home and watched reruns. She could only imagine how she would explain this situation to her husband. Well, honey, I was just looking for a good time when this freak of nature decided to he wanted to play for keeps. Yeah, that would go over fabulously well. “At least let Derek put his pants on,” she said. “A man has to have his dignity, right?”
The black buck nodded to the woman and she eased up on the knife. Derek didn’t waste time and elbowed the bitch in her nose hard enough to break it. She squealed in agony as she went down and Landry drove the point of her elbow straight into the black fucker’s crotch, nailing his scrotum hard.
Derek grabbed Landry’s hand and they ran from the room to melt into the crowd. Landry’s blood froze when she heard the black buck bellow from behind, charging after them.
“Hurry! He’s right behind us!” Landry screamed as they pushed their way through the crowd. They burst from the club, forgetting their jackets behind, and ran full tilt to Derek’s car. Landry had no sooner slammed the door closed when Derek had spun both tires like he was qualifying for the Nascar circuit and they were gone.
Several minutes passed before Landry could breathe, much less talk.
“What-the-fuck was that all about?” she asked, incredulous. “I can’t even believe that happened. I mean…seriously? That was insane!”
Derek looked shaken. “Yeah. I think I’m cured of my sex addiction.” He rubbed the spot in his side where the knife had been pressed. “That bitch was going to cut me after I’d eaten her out for like forty-five minutes!”
“Maybe you need to work on your technique.”
Derek shot her a quelling look. “Not funny. That shit was real. I could’ve died and you could’ve ended up shackled in that crazy fuck’s basement.”
Landry suppressed a shudder. “Yeah. What a downer. And I was having such a great time. Up until things got weird, of course.”
“You’re taking this way too lightly,” he said. “Don’t you get it? We almost became statistics.”
Discomfited, Landry remained silent for a moment. Then sighing, she said, “Well, it’s over now. Let’s just forget about it. We won’t talk about it every again and it’ll be like it never happened.”
“Does that work for you?”
She smiled. “Of course it does. Stop being such a puss. I need to get home and shower. I feel dirty.”
At that statement, they both laughed.
The following day Landry was making a breakfast smoothie when a knock at her front door surprised her. Isaac had left hours ago — had to catch an early flight to Chicago for some business conference — which had left Landry home to twiddle her thumbs as usual. She perked up at the sound of someone at the door. Perhaps if it was a good-looking mailman or UPS delivery guy, she might get a little morning action to blot out the memory of last night.
She opened the door and a man in a plain dark suit stood smiling on her doorstep. Immediately suspicious that he was peddling Jesus, she prepared to tell him her soul didn’t need saving, when he said, “Good morning Landry James. I heard you were in a bit of a situation last night but you handled yourself well enough. May I come in?”
Landry stared. “Who are you? What are you talking about?”
He gestured. “May I?” and then walked past her into the house, saying, “You might want to close the door. This is a sensitive subject I’m about to discuss with you.”
She contemplated running in the opposite direction to a neighbor but when she ran the scenario in her head, she couldn’t imagine how’d she’d explain without outing her penchant for extracurricular activities so she slowly, and regretfully, closed the door. “What do you want? He attacked me. Tried to drag me off like a pound of meat.”
“Yes. I know.”
She narrowed her stare. “How do you know?”
“He did as he was instructed.”
Landry stared. “What?”
He took a seat on her sofa as if it were perfectly normal for him to do so and said, “Let me start from the beginning.”
“Please do,” Landry said, anger starting to blot out her fear. “And make it good or else my finger is on speed dial to the cops.”
“I work for a branch of the government that specializes in procuring people with certain skill sets. And I’ve been watching you for months. I think you’d be perfect candidate for our program.”
“What program?” She was starting to feel as if she’d stepped into an alternate reality. “Are you nuts, too? I’m a housewife. What kind of skill set are you looking for? I can fluff and fold; make a decent pot of Hamburger Helper; and work the remote control for the television. Not exactly a skill-set someone would kill for, you know?”
“If I recall, you can ‘suck the chrome from a ball hitch,’ and judging from the surveillance that was no idle boast.”
OH. MY. GOD. She’d been videotaped for some freaky Internet porn site.
The man chuckled at her outraged expression and pulled a business card to hand to her. “Before you lose your cool, I’m not some sleazy pornographic producer promising to make you a star. However, I am offering you the chance to serve your country.”
Oh, hadn’t seen that one coming. “For what? To service the troops? Sorry, I’m not that patriotic.”
He ignored her comment, saying, “Women are amazing creatures. And women with certain skill sets are very good at gaining information through softer means.”
Landry leveled her gaze at the man. “Cut the crap and get to the point.”
He laughed. “I love it. Direct. Here it is: I’d like to pay you to do what you’re already so fond of doing. Fucking men. Only you fuck the men I tell you to in order to gain information. Like I said…a special skill set.”
Landry couldn’t quite help the gasp. “I’m not a prostitute, thank you very much.”
“No, of course not. Currently, you give yourself away to whoever will service you because you’re a spoiled, bored housewife with a neglectful husband and a rather appalling sense of common decency, which works quite well for what I’m proposing. Before you say no, think of this: the assignments will certainly take care of the boring aspect of your life and since you plan to be wantonly promiscuous, why not do it for a purpose? And the money is tax-free because of course, this branch of the government doesn’t truly exist.”
“Of course. Plausible deniability,” she muttered, wondering why she wasn’t kicking the man out of her house and calling the cops. “How much money are we talking?” she asked, grudgingly.
He smiled. “Enough to set up a very nice nest egg — with each completed assignment.”
She considered that for a moment. Might be nice to have a retirement income set up in case things don’t work out with Isaac. A girl had to be smart, after all.
“So let me get this straight…you want to hire me as a clandestine government agency operative whose main job is fuck men for information that I will then relay to…you?”
“Not me specifically. I’m just what you would call a recruiter of sorts. I seek out the talent.”
“Let me guess, you spend a lot of time scoping out strip joints and sex clubs.” He smiled in answer. She snorted. “Tough job.”
“Yes, well, some might consider my worst days at the office as their best days of the week. But each to his own.”
Landry chewed her lip. First, since this was truly happening and she wasn’t actually being filmed for some crappy reality television show where people were humiliated for the entertainment value, she had to consider the option. He made some persuasive points. She liked to play — liked to fuck, especially — and the clubs had begun to bore her with the sameness of the routine. Show up, flirt, fuck, leave. At least this guy was offering a break in the routine. And it had been pretty damn exciting to not only fuck, but then run for their lives shortly after. Although Derek probably wouldn’t say the same. The experience may have turned Derek off from anything but vanilla sex safely performed behind the closed doors of his bedroom.
“I want half of the money up front, the rest on completion of the task,” she said boldly, testing whether or not her demand would fly. To her surprise, he actually procured a folded manilla envelope. She accepted it and opened it, then fell back against the chair. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen so much cash. There’s gotta be like, ten thousand dollars in here!”
“Just about.”
“How’d you know to bring money? What if I’d said no?”
At that he appeared amused, saying, “You didn’t. And I like to be prepared.” He pulled another envelope and handed it to her. “Your first assignment. Wear something…conservative. This man has the classic Madonna complex.” At her openly confused expression, he gestured. “It’s all in his file. Do your homework and you’ll be just fine. Remember…just do what you’re good at and you’ll be successful.”
“Gee thanks,” Landry quipped, returning to the wad of cash in the envelope. She was really doing this? Hell yes. “So…is that it? I’m officially one of the team?”
He walked to the door and then turned to her with a blank look. “What team? There is no team. Just you and a gentleman, having a good time. Remember? Oh, and one more thing, don’t tell anyone what you’re doing or else there could be unfortunate consequences.”
“Right,” she murmured uncomfortably, getting the picture. “So how will I get the information to you?”
“It’s all in the file. Good day, Landry James.”
She murmured her goodbye and closed the door, then locked it for good measure. So, that had to be the weirdest morning conversation she’d ever had. And if it weren’t for the mad wad of cash in her sweaty hand, she’d have sworn the man was cuckoo. But there was no denying the fact that she was just short of ten thousand dollars richer than she was a half an hour ago and that was only half of her payday.
Well, hot damn.
Who’d have thought her particular skill-set as the man put it, would’ve landed her a job with the government?
It was crazy — but so was she. And for that simple fact, it held mass appeal.
The bottom line was simple: she was going to fuck for the government. Guess she was more patriotic than she thought. She giggled at the thought. She’d sure as hell never saw that on an Uncle Sam poster.
Landry James – secret sex agent.
She liked the sound of that.
Oh yeah, she liked it…a lot.
And she had a feeling, she was going to be good at it.
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Don’t miss the next Landry James short story as she takes on her first assignment, and learns the ropes — and chains — the hard way.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Alexx Andria enjoys writing erotica with just a pinch of wry humor and plenty of hot sex between characters you can’t wait to read about again.