“You got that fucking right.”
“But I want you to know that you’re safe. Chanté has been encrypting your IP address since this mission started.”
“Um,” Chanté said, with wide eyes and an innocent smile on her face, “I might actually have been doing it a bit longer than that.”
“How long?” Kierra and Maya asked at the same time.
“Oh…” Chanté said with a shrug, “Not that long. Just you know, once I saw that Kenny was visiting you on ChatBot. There are a lot of bad people on the internet.”
“Your best friend is scary and great,” Maya said, clearly speaking to Kenny.
Kierra giggled at Kenny’s loud sigh.
“And you’re with one of our best agents right now. You are safer today than you were two weeks ago.”
“Do you promise me that?” Maya asked.
“I do,” Monica said, her hand stroking Kierra’s calf lovingly.
Maya exhaled loudly. “I want hazard pay.”
Kierra smiled, very proud of her friend.
“How much?”
Kierra butted in, “Standard hazard pay for regular Agency independent contractors.” She and Monica locked eyes.
“Ooh girl, that’s good money,” Chanté said to Maya.
“I’ll say yes on one condition,” Monica said.
“I’m listening,” Maya replied. Kierra lifted her eyebrows.
“You move in with us when Lane gets back, not when the mission is over.”
“Oh you’re talking to Kierra,” Maya said. “We agree.”
“Girl, you can’t accept these terms on my behalf.”
“Yes, I can. Besides, I love you, but I need a roommate who cooks,” Maya said.
“Kenny’s a great cook,” Chanté offered helpfully.
“Oh, would you look at that,” Maya said. “My alarm is going off. Gotta get ready for show time.”
“I don’t hear anything, Maya,” Kierra ground out.
But she’d already hung up.
“They’re so adorable,” Chanté said before turning back to her laptop.
“That was underhanded,” she said to Monica.
“More or less underhanded than you coming to work without a bra?”
“Well she’s got you there, girl,” Chanté mumbled.
“Say yes, Kierra.” This wasn’t a request or a demand. This was a plea. And if Kierra were the type of woman who cried over romantic gestures she would have crawled into Monica’s lap and bawled. But Kierra didn’t cry, she got dirty. She leaned forward and moved her hand to the base of Monica’s throat. “I want you to fuck me with your strap tonight.”
“Anytime, sweet girl,” Monica breathed.
“This is romantic as fuck,” Chanté sighed.
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Kenny was trying to focus on what Maya was saying. But he was having a really hard time since, when Maya spoke, she moved her hands which made her breasts jiggle over the tops of the bra cups on yet another lace teddy that made his heart race. He felt certain that one or both of her breasts would spill out and he didn’t want to miss it.
“Are you listening to me?” Maya asked.
Kenny shook his head. “I’m trying but fuck Maya, what’s your lingerie budget?”
Maya was perched on her knees on the bed, her hands on her hips. She smiled. “It’s as big as it needs to be,” she whispered. “But actually I got this on sale! You like it?”
He raised his eyes to hers, “I’ve already told you, ‘like’ isn’t a strong enough word.”
She leaned forward and crawled across the bed toward him. He was happy that he’d sprinted across the hall after their nap to grab some clothes, but since he was stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs again and his dick was already growing heavy, he wondered why he’d even bothered.
He sucked in a breath and held it. Maya was just about to press her lips to his abs when the alarm on her phone began to blare. She sat back on her heels. “Ugh, it really is time to get to work.”
Kenny put his hands on either side of her face gently and kissed her hard, his tongue delving into her mouth. And then he pulled away to whisper to her, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She smiled and licked his lips.
***
Maya logged into ChatBot. She was taking deep breaths and trying to calm her nerves as she checked the angle of her camera one more time to make sure that the shot got as much of Kenny’s hard abs as possible while still hiding his face Also she needed to make sure her tits looked great at this angle. Check on both accounts.
King_Maker has requested a private chat.
Maya rolled her eyes at his username. She accepted his request and then set her rates. She usually gave new customers a discount to encourage them to keep the appointment and come back, but Kenny and Monica had decided she should raise her rates. Based on everything they knew about the Mehmeti family, and Joseph in particular, being able to splash out on their niche pleasures was a favorite pastime.
She doubled her rates. “Are you sure about this?”
“Send him the quote, sweetheart.”
Maya sighed and pressed send. She held her breath and waited for his reply. He accepted.
She tossed her hair one more time in the reflection and put her best come-hither smile on her face – lips puckered and slightly parted as if she were in the middle of a moan.
When Joseph Mehmeti came on the screen Maya was shocked, but she hid it. She’d just assumed that the youngest son of an international crime syndicate, using the site to run guns wouldn’t show his face during their private chat. But apparently, gun runners were fucking dumber than she’d thought.
“Hi, love,” she breathed.
“Well hello,” he said, leaning forward toward his camera, ogling her.
She moved her hand to play at one of the straps on her teddy. His eyes followed the movement. “I don’t know if you’ve done a private chat before…” Maya said in her breathiest voice.
“Loads,” he said and laughed.
Maya’s eyebrows rose and her head tipped downward. Lord he’s one of those, she thought to herself. In Maya’s two years as a cam model she’d classified all of the patrons she’d had into a few categories. Most were horny and grateful; easy to manage. An unfortunately sizeable population was horny and bitter that no one in their real life would fuck them; Maya usually blocked those men – always men – immediately. The women were few and far between but most of the ones she’d met were either active duty military and/or in a long-distance relationship. They usually liked to spend their private chats talking about their girlfriends for half an hour or so and then in the last fifteen minutes watching Maya fuck herself to a quick orgasm before they ran out of time. There were the outliers, like MasquerAsiaN: respectful and great tippers. And then there were the Bart Simpsons – that’s what Kierra called them – immature bros who made unfunny dick and pussy jokes ad nauseam. Those guys grated Maya’s nerves, but they were generally harmless and money was money.
Apparently Joseph Mehmeti, gun kingpin, was a Bart Simpson. Sigh.
“Be that as it may, I just want to run over my rules before we get started,” she said in a pleasant voice.
“Rules?” He sat back in his chair and frowned. He looked as if he were in an office.
“Rules,” she said again and waited. This was always a tricky part of the negotiation, but necessary. Maya liked ChatBot and she liked being a cam model, but she wasn’t interested in letting some old white man call her a nigger while he beat off to an antebellum plantation fantasy. So she waited, seeing if he was going to bail.
He didn’t. He nodded minutely and she launched into her practiced speech.
“I don’t mind cursing, but no derogatory language of any kind. No recording this chat. And if you want any anal play you’ll have to let me know now so I can send you a new quote.” She was sitting between Kenny’s legs, her legs demurely to the side, her hands in her lap. She waited. She could fee
l the tension rolling off of Kenny’s body behind her, but she didn’t look for him in the laptop screen. She was certain she would lose her nerve if she did.
Finally, Mehmeti nodded once, again. “Deal.”
“Great,” Maya said and crawled to her knees. “So tell me how to get you off,” she whispered as she leaned toward her new camera, giving him a great view of her breasts just almost about to spill out of her teddy.
“I wanna watch you suck him off,” he said simply.
Maya kept her face open and seductive, but her mouth had gone dry. She raised her eyebrows and smirked, “That’s it? Really?”
“A good blowjob is worth every penny,” he said, like a man who’d either never had one or had only had a great one once. She shrugged and turned around to Kenny. She leaned forward and gave Mehmeti a great view of her ass.
He groaned and she heard the rustling of cloth on his end.
Kenny grabbed her camera’s remote and pressed the button to mute the microphone. “You don’t have to do this,” he whispered.
She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders. “You don’t want me to?”
“Of course I do. But you don’t have to do it for him.”
It was sweet, she thought. A little condescending and tiresome, but sweet. “Babe, you’re literally paying me for this. And he’s paying me for this. I was gonna suck your dick at some point.” Her eyes darted to his lap. She licked her lips. “Why not now?”
His brows had bunched together, but he didn’t answer.
“Unless you think there’s something wrong with us doing this? Something wrong with me doing this.”
He shook his head. “I don’t. I swear. I just wanted to make sure.”
“Of?”
“That this is what you want,” he said.
“Hello?” Joseph Mehmeti called.
Maya grabbed the remote and unmuted the mic. She turned toward the camera and smiled. “Just a second, sweetness. This is his first private chat.”
“Oh, am I breaking his cherry?” He exclaimed happily.
“You sure are.” She winked at him and muted the mic again.
She turned back to Kenny. “Okay, we’re running out of time here, honey. If I didn’t want your penis in my mouth, it wouldn’t be heading there. These are the fundamentals.”
His face turned a beautiful shade of red.
“But as it happens, I’ve been dreaming of sucking the life out of you for months, so why not now?” She asked again.
Kenny choked out a laugh. He grabbed her face and pulled her over him, kissing the life out of her.
“Aw yeah,” Mehmeti said. “That’s right.”
“This guy’s a douche,” Kenny whispered against her lips.
She laughed and nodded. “Huge dick. Now lie back, put your hands behind your head and let me give you the best blowjob of your life.” She unmuted the mic and crawled down his body.
***
About a month after Kenny first started visiting Maya’s public chatroom regularly, he’d been in China on a covert mission to track a Saudi prince. His target had recently been indicted by The Hague for human rights offenses ranging from religious persecution to torture and supporting slavery-like conditions for refugee populations. He’d been captured by the prince’s security detail, which was part of the plan, and tortured for almost a week, not part of the plan. The goal had been for him to be in custody no more than three days, understanding that he would likely be tortured. The extra days had threatened to unravel him. But the thought of Maya had surprisingly pulled him through.
It was so odd. He didn’t know her. They hadn’t even had a private session yet. But in the midst of the waterboarding and sensory deprivation, he did what he was trained to do. He kept his mouth shut and thought of his family – his grandparents who had long since passed, his parents who were happily retired in Florida, Chanté and Maya. Maya’s smile. Maya’s giggle. Maya’s pursed lips when she was frustrated. Maya’s soft thighs jiggling as she came, Maya’s coy smile. Maya.
By the time his team had located him at a black site they’d thought was abandoned, Maya was the only thing keeping him lucid enough to slip his arms through the heavy iron bars, grab his guard’s neck and twist. When Asif had finally busted the door open, Kenny was barely hanging on. But he remembered the sound of Chanté’s voice coming through a SAT phone and the memory of Maya turning to the camera, her pupils wide and mouth open in a gasp, her skin flushed in her post-orgasmic haze. Her smile. Until now, those semi-lucid memories had been some of the best moments of his life. But the last two days had pushed all of that aside. Because Maya’s taste on his tongue, her pussy convulsing around his fingers, her soapy hands on his cock, her warm delicate fingers rolling a condom down his shaft and her wet mouth chasing her hands were better than he could have imagined. Better than he’d ever dreamed, even when his life was on the line.
They were technically performing for Joseph Mehmeti. Kenny tried to keep his mind on the mission. But he failed. He failed so badly. His hand was in Maya’s hair – she’d kept it curly tonight just for him – and their eyes were locked on one another as she sucked and gripped and twisted her mouth and hands around his dick.
“Fuck,” he breathed, even though he was supposed to be silent. He couldn’t help himself. And he honestly didn’t care. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m close.” His voice was a strangled cry.
He couldn’t be sure, but he thought she smiled as she sucked him over the edge. It took every bit of his self-discipline to gently pull his hand from her hair. He grabbed his own head as his abs tensed, hips arched up from the bed and he groaned wildly through his release.
She opened her mouth so that he could see his come fill the small reservoir at the tip of the condom. And this time he didn’t have to imagine her smile. He was panting, groaning, his heart racing, his eyes wet and his fingers twitching to touch her again when they both started at the familiar chime from her computer; the private chat was about to end.
Maya sat up and smiled at her camera. “Was that good for you too?” Maya asked, her chin wet with her own saliva. Kenny could feel his dick trying to harden again and failing.
Joseph Mehmeti only groaned in response, the sound of his orgasm almost ruining Kenny’s mood.
“Bye, love,” Maya breathed and wiggled her fingers at the screen.
He heard the sound of the chat screen closing. He’d lived and died by that sound for months. Maya leaned over and tapped at her laptop and folded it shut. She grabbed the remote and powered her camera down. She turned to him with a smile on her face.
Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by his phone ringing. He pushed out a breath of air and leaned over to look at it. “It’s Command.”
He tapped at the phone to answer and put it on speaker. “How’d it go?”
“We’ve got bad news,” Kierra said in a small voice.
Kenny sat up immediately. “What?”
“Get down here,” Monica said.
“No. Tell us.”
There was a moment of silence and Kenny was certain that the whispered negotiation between the three of them was fierce because Chanté’s voice was tense when she spoke.
“I couldn’t get into his computer without alerting him to my presence.”
“So we got nothing?” He said, his hands raking over his head.
“Actually, no,” Kierra said. “Chanté broke through his IP scrambler and figured out where he’s located.”
“Where?” Maya breathed.
“San Francisco,” Monica said.
“He’s in the States?”
“Yes,” Monica breathed.
“Is that a good thing?” Maya asked him.
But before he could answer, the ChatBot app on her phone chimed. She tapped the screen and navigated to it. “It’s Mehmeti,” she breathed. She turned the phone to Kenny so he could read.
“What does it say?” Monica’s voice was urgent, hard.
He wrapped an arm around May
a’s waist to reassure her as he read.
Dear ThickaThanASnicka
May I call you Maya? I thoroughly enjoyed our date tonight. You and your lover were worth every penny.
“Blech, ‘lover’,” Chanté breathed.
It has been hard for me to find a couple that satisfies me.
But tonight I am very satisfied. My dick is still hard thinking about you.
“Honestly, same,” Kierra said.
Maya rolled her eyes.
If you are amenable, I would like to invite you both to my private club in California.
So that we might play together.
Maya turned to him and frowned, “This sounds like a bad European porno. Why?”
Kenny smiled, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Oh girl, preach. What’s with this corny ass dialogue? Remind me to tell you about that Serbian club!”
“Aw, I like the cheesy dialogue,” Chanté said. “Very 1970s, hairy chest porn.”
“Yes,” Maya said. “That’s the problem.”
Kierra giggled.
Monica’s voice was exasperated, but affectionate. Kenny could imagine her running a hand up and down Kierra’s back. He squeezed Maya’s side.
“Kenny, I need you to come back to Command,” Monica said.
“Tonight?” Kenny had never once ignored a direct order, but he was considering it.
“No,” she breathed. “This new development means that tonight wasn’t a bust at least. First thing in the morning though, I want you here.”
“Yes, boss,” he breathed, his eyes on Maya.
He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the mattress. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled. There was so much happening and on any other mission he would have gone into the office to debrief immediately. But like every other mission since he’d discovered Maya, the job mattered so much less than being near her. And now that he was near enough to touch, he had no plans to leave.
He lifted his eyebrows and smirked, “Wanna watch another romcom?”
Maya’s face lit up and she squealed, “I have ice cream.” She bounced from the bed and headed to her bathroom door. “Oh,” she said. “You don’t like sweets.”
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